By: Christiane Demack “White, please tick this box, And welcome back – To the United States.” Identification encompassing All the glowing clouds The airplane coffee spills Encompassing the sand setting Desert silent, the children Fingers darting through the Flame playful, broken…

By: Christiane Demack I want to make you feel good Feel safe; feel thrilled I am all you need I’ll stumble Stumble honestly So you can catch me And let go of the façade That freaks me out and leaves you…

By: Christiane Demack Clean thrill, rising, again Spilled coffee, plastic cup White paper, ink – as The red roofs drop Into a warm picture Of Home. That comforting voice, Soothing, the voice of Arrivals & Departures, & Pleasant stays, High Over…

By: Christiane Demack Can you see the joys of the mountain-tops, The grandmother’s silver in your golden hair? Can you feel his arms around you, can you smell The fire of the camp-site, and feel The sheer power of the wolves?…