“Lord Byron made a show of his grief and sent for her body as if it were a rare volume, the thing that had been missing from his library all along.”
-Megan Mayhew Bergman
The Simile Museum
September 1, 2016
“When she desireth the opener of the cans, so as to turn the knob designed for arthritic hands with which she is happily acquainted, but the large person with whom she liveth denieth her the opener of the cans for the ancillary reason of the proximate rotating blade, she throws her head back and cries like a featherless bird.”
-Rivka Galchen
August 23, 2016
“the prophets are alive but unrecognizable to us
as calligraphy to a mouse”
-Kaveh Akbar
August 20, 2016
“The girl’s face was as tight and mean as broccoli.”
-Toni Morrison
August 15, 2016
“Trivial as a parrot’s prate.”
-William Cowper
August 2, 2016
“Valerian Street was mindful of their criticism, but completely indifferent to it. His grey eyes drifted over the face of such guests like a four o’clock shadow on its way to twilight.”
-Toni Morrison
July 27, 2016
“Fiction is like a spider’s web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.”
-Virginia Woolf
July 22, 2016
“It’s her birthday, so I smile
but I can’t stop the images
in my own untreated head
— dendrites sprouting threads
like untended ivy, brewing
storms of dopamine and serotonin,
everything out of kilter, ready
to blow.”
-Lauren K. Alleyne
July 16, 2016
“She wore her body like a mistake she hoped to one day be forgiven for.”
-Naomi Jackson
July 12, 2016
The roads unroll like receipts — connecting
shopping cluster to subdivision,
the valley floor thickening with concrete
and plots of unnatural green—and run on,
unconcluded, in lines that buckle with heat.
– Claire McQuerry
The Simile Museum 