The Simile Museum

“This too wild and fast to be love. But it is. Like in the movies, only for real. These things happen, I telling you. Not always with songs playing, except for the one singing in your own skin. People can need each other like water. It can be wonderful.

Waiting in the dark apartment, Eeona voice slice like a machete. ‘You are late, Mrs. Smalls.’ But I ain Mrs. Smalls no more.”

-Tiphanie Yanique


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“Below, Saul busied himself with the grounds and organizing the toolshed, which had become a mess. More than one hiker wandering through had seemed surprised to find a lighthouse keeper walking the grounds around the tower as if he were a hermit crab without its shell, but in fact there was a lot of maintenance required due to the way storms and salt air could wear down everything if he wasn’t vigilant. In the summer it was harder with the heat and the biting flies.”

-Jeff VanderMeer

“The tree frogs shrilled like sirens.”

– C. Morgan Babst

“Here is Henry outside of Ezeiza:

rangy, wry, smile like a clay pot

lovingly repaired and Spanish fly

in the pocket of his summer-weight suit.”

-Conor Bracken



“Mack’s silence feels like a fourth person stalking us through the grasses.”

-Emma Newman

“Before one is condemned to bothersome incarcerations for minor crimes, before one is relegated to a cell like a child or a dog receiving a time-out, one is funneled into a private CIEL Liberty Room.”

-Lidia Yuknavitch

“When he speaks to her he imagines quite clearly the life they would have had, the life they would be sharing now. It is like walking past a house you used to live in: the fact that it still exists, so concrete, makes everything that has happened since seem somehow insubstantial. Without structure, events are unreal: the reality of his wife, like the reality of the house, was structural, determinative.”

– Rachel Cusk