Not a metaphor, I've had a flu or a bug or something and I've lost my voice. I can't even force something out, everything is just a whisper. I feel tired, but not exceptionally so. I mean, I could sleep, but I could most of the time anyway. Nothing new. I sound like a spy.... Continue Reading →
The Old Man
He sat on his front porch and didn't understand the world in front of him anymore. It was morning, and he'd taken a newspaper and a cup of coffee to watch the world go by, and there wasn't even much of that. There were hardly any cars coming into town. All the shopping was out... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 