“For days after getting a letter he was irascible and joyful, worked day and night, foamed out ideas like a fountain. Then slowly, with desperate spurts and struggles, he came back to earth, to dry ground, ran dry.”
-Ursula K. Le Guin
The Simile Museum
April 8, 2019
“Above us, maybe, is a full moon. It shimmers like an enormous backlit tooth, and we stop a moment to stare.”
-Jennifer duBois
April 3, 2019
“Imagine, if you can, a small room, hexagonal in shape, like the cell of a bee.”
– E. M. Forster
March 15, 2019
“Wit as thick as Tewksbury mustard.”
-William Shakespeare
February 26, 2019
“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
February 12, 2019
“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
February 1, 2019
“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
