Those who write nothing know nothing of life, and those who do not live do not know what to write.
- Laura Chouette

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Those who write nothing know nothing of life, and those who do not live do not know what to write.
- Laura Chouette

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Those who do not write know nothing of life, and those who do not live do not know how to write.
- Laura Chouette
Paris The Seine dresses in light black, Mimicking the dark grey of the sky, And so, I drown my ink into it. Each poem becomes art, Reflecting and dancing Around my hands with care. The notes the river shares Become a painting that inspires All the great artists housed in its museums. Still, I vow and pray by its sight — Yet I dare not claim to be an artist As great as the one in sight. In Paris.
— Laura Chouette (The Willow Song)
Red Light, Gray Cloud
I am sitting at a red light while a song about heaven winds itself toward its ending, and I am suddenly aware that so much of my emotion is not about the song at all but about the clock beneath my ribs. The morning is gray, the kind of gray that feels unfinished, as though the day has not yet decided what it wants to become. A cloud drifts in front of the rising sun, and I feel in that cloud the…
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