http://slow.writerscafe.org/consuelaburke The original writings of author Consuela Burke en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776093415 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A single wolf is a disperser Not outcast or redundant But a crucial carrier With an important role For wolves as a whole We imagine him with no way back Surviving only for returning Roaming the outskirts of his natal pack Alert, ears pert, and yearningIn fact, there is no wolf .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/consuelaburke/2887645/ Rilke's classic introspective summons gets an update. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/consuelaburke/2885236/ We could fly kites Without wind Without currents Sail boatsWithout turretsDefendWith no moatThey stay outWithout timeI can countUsing gray hairsInsteadUsing repairs To the wounds That continue to mend We ascend Without mountains There are peaks In our sheets W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/consuelaburke/2051065/ The coat of day Is much too bright For the occasion of my life All these technicolor horrorsDemanding lightFor my eyes to rest upon myself All glare must ceaseAbove me now is not one starSo I know peaceI find it more and more true What Borges said:The relief of sleep Is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/consuelaburke/1979048/ I love a diner I imagine themAll connectedAcross this great sad country How many mornings Has America watched the rain From booths, no stationWith just one faceAs just one nation?Fat and salt Are what people likeMore often than liquor More often than fights Hi Sandy,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/consuelaburke/1944113/ I sit alone in love with all my thoughts Atop a rock not far from homeThe perfect walk Wind, waves, and rain groanAnd so do I There is no time to be lonely With so much beauty in this light I should be going home now,But I won't. 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