Monday, June 15, 2009


The Abyss

Absent of light and warmth,
Crushing and harsh
Pressure intense
Invading my skull
Assaulting my will

Defeating my soul.

It rings in my ears
The silent screaming
Of every cell,
Every tissue burning,
Searing, slashing
Shattering any sense of peace
Any hope of salvation
Any dream of rest
Any fading prayer
of anything...

But darkness and cold
In pain and alone
Pressure intense
Purging my strength
Demanding surrender.

Defeating my soul.
Defeating my soul.

Caren E. Salas

Thursday, June 4, 2009


White bike
Broken spokes
Tires flat
Chain off track
Peddle missing
Handgrips black
Rust is growing
Rubber cracked.

Still, she says,
A little paint
A lot of love
It could be great.

Caren E. Salas

I wrote this for my daughter Lauren, who can always spot the possibilities.