“While we sped through the city, the air scraping against my face, I felt like a kite not quite catching the wind, thinking that if he could go just for a little longer and if I tightened my grip, I might take flight.”
-Christopher Gonzalez
The Simile Museum
September 7, 2019
“Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.”
– W. S. Merwin
August 23, 2019
“Human beings pass me on the street, and I want to reach out and strum them as if they were guitars.”
-Sandra Cisneros
June 7, 2019
“The wind opened and closed Rawiya’s scarf like a lung.”
-Zeyn Joukhadar
April 26, 2019
“He was hiding something he exposed by his very attempt to conceal it, flanked by a dozen of their classmates who clung to his charisma like lint.”
-Susan Choi
April 16, 2019
“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
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
