The Simile Museum

Tag: Simile

“Reading about craft is like listening to yourself breathe.”

-Zadie Smith

“Uncle Sean was as blandly ugly as a big toenail.”

-Karen Russell

“…silent as a fig.”

-Gayl Jones

“She was as empty inside as a scooped-out melon.”

-C.J. Hauser

“By August, we are sluggish with love and slide two / barrettes into the night of my hair. Like twin fireflies. / Like rabbit feet dyed blue and downhearted, stamping the side of my head. July’s shadow is almost rot and we haven’t spoke in days.”

-Megan Fernandes

“The streets run steeply up and down, ad the streetcars travel back and forth like rooms ablaze with light.”

-Herta Müller

“By the time we reached the Saekdal Beach, the sun peeked over the horizon like a cracked eyelid. Rocks glistened, clenched like obsidian fists.”

-Silvia Park

“Everyone started to hunker down. They were busy with work, and some people had begun having families, too, so they stayed home with their kids on the weekend, which made sense. People evaporated, though only by about fifty percent: they still existed as texts and likes and shares. Like ghosts, showing up at a séance by way of knocking over your teacup.”

-Adrienne Celt

“Over time, many small infatuations rippled the surface of her mind, like the spring breeze that makes new leaves tremble without changing their life’s course.”

-Tove Ditlevsen

“So as long as it lasts, I want to write nearby Rodrigo Toscano, who pulls his Spanglish phonetic syllables apart like taffy (“tha’ vahnahnah go-een to keel joo”).”

-Cathy Park Hong