“A black mustache like the lowered wings of a crow.”
-Carolyn Chute
The Simile Museum
October 21, 2016
“Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can see only as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.”
-E.L. Doctorow
October 17, 2016
“One of them bubbled out of the ground with a crystalline spurt and a sort of sob, and then carved its own sandy bed. But it was no sooner born than it lost confidence and plunged underground again. The other spring, almost invisible, brushed over the grass like a snake and spread itself secretly in the middle of a meadow where the narcissus, flowering in a ring, alone bore witness to its presence.”
-Colette
October 4, 2016
“Only two women in my family have poisoned their husbands. The rest curl in on themselves like dried pig ears, fish-hooked spines, walking question marks asking Is it safe here?”
-Lauren Albin
October 1, 2016
“Your heart like a hawk-mouth in the sun, your heart like a ship on an atoll, your heart like a compass needle driven mad by a little piece of lead, like washing drying in the wind, like a whining of horses, like seed thrown to the birds, like an evening paper one has finished reading! Your heart is a charade that the whole world has guessed.”
-Louis Aragon
September 30, 2016
“Electrical wires reach from poles and rooftops, webbing the overcast sky like a cracked windowpane.”
-Kelly Luce
September 26, 2016
“For a long while she lay on her sweaty sheets listening to the cacophony of toucans and araras and howler monkeys, rude and relentless as dengue.”
-Edward Hamlin
September 21, 2016
“As if the waves had been fullers, this craft was bleached like the skeleton of a stranded walrus.”
-Herman Melville
September 13, 2016
“Too true about endings in poetry. All these closures are made a bit silly by the way everything is opened up again a page later. It’s kind of art living at a microbe’s pace, or at most a shrew’s, but not ever a person’s, like a novel, or a crocodile’s, like a sculpture.”
-Max Ritvo
September 10, 2016
“The twins are blond with big heads, skinny bodies dangling below like strings under balloons.”
-Amber Sparks
The Simile Museum 