Artists Against HIV/AIDS:
A Quest for the Improvement of Life Quality and Health through
Entertainment

AIDS took my son, then it took his wife. In the near future it will take my infected grandchild. In the passage of grief, I was nearly taken as well, but I refuse to relinquish hope. I must move ahead for the sake of our children and all children, including the one who I was once, too.

At Universal Artists Against AIDS, we believe the first step towards balance is through

Above futility lies purpose, and beyond fear, courage. Within each and everyone of us and our desperation lies a resolute will to continue. Never to succumb, never to abandon hope, it's our duty to our children and to ourselves to find an end to this now.

This site is the creation of a grieving father who represents all who share in such a lot, or can sympathize with it.

This will not be the end of us! We will defeat this through the generosity and compassion of all artists and the charity of those who would honor them by calling themselves fans. In the name of positive chang

education and awareness.

From knowledge comes understanding and the acceptance this is a universal disease which we must conquer as a team. Within the halls of this site, it is our wish to generate the positive means necessary to inform, enlighten, and discover the cure we all so desperately hope for.

IT'S A CALL TO ARTISTS DOMESTICALLY AND ABROAD OF ALL GENRES TO

DONATE THEIR TIME AND TALENT TO SERVE AIDS CHARITIES BY ENTERTAINING PATRONS AND CONTRIBUTING TOWARDS CHANGE AND THE IMPROVEMENT OF THE HUMAN CONDITION.

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River Cuts the Snow

I sit on bench and stare
Through glass with chipped paint pane
Too dusty to view the fields
In which you played last fall
Born third week of winter
You lit these fields with gold
This fire burst in folds
To who does the curled peak call?
Then the wind stole you, my child
As quickly as you’d come
It was as if this never was
Where does this river run?
Gone like a gossamer puff on dale
As I listen to the ptarmigan sing
If we could imagine beyond such things
If it hadn’t been for AIDS
Hail falling in clumps like fists
Silver fox which dies before age
A gnarled pine which never fades
Dew which sits on lotus at noon
So fine a man you’d have made
I sit on bank a ghost’s shell
The fallen mallard lost to hope
I thought I heard you lost in this storm
As I watch river cut the snow

For my son, Kenneth
Joe Stern-McGovern