The Simile Museum

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“Wit as thick as Tewksbury mustard.”

-William Shakespeare

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“The city is an extension not strong enough for its own weight. The final crust on the edge of a peninsula, stuck out at the edge of the ocean like a dare–the kind that you know you won’t live through but that you go for anyway because you’re young and you don’t give a shit and there’s no backing down. But the city is old. It keeps daring itself not to bury its dead.”

-Gabrielle Lucille Fuentes

“Inside the upper deck of the barge is my home, with a bed that splits apart like kindling and the rest an attic of dusty, dried up paints and paintings. Most of them I’ve turned toward the wall.”

-Paige Cooper

arrowhead-iron-railing-1855351-o.jpg“From the second floor he faces the night, the city in its icy white light, the skeletal trees in the square, and thirty feet below, the black arrowhead railings like a row of spears.”

-Ian McEwan

“There are touches like bridles you can kick away, and then there are touches that startle you into temporary submission, like the universe catching its breath: body against stunned body, mind against bright mind. A sudden snare of recognition. Wildness regarding itself.”

-Amy Bonnaffons

“Sunrise was heating the ring of the horizon

and clouds were rising like leaves.”

-Derek Walcott

monkeys-3.jpg“There is something feckless about a writer’s journals. They are a specialist’s document, and those who parse their pages are like grooming baboons, searching for fleas.”

-Dustin Illingworth