Havi, mad genius that she is, has been activating her metaphor mouse superpowers in her continuing quest to replace the entire vocabulary of business and marketing with words that make her feel like “doing the thing”. (“You know, the thing!“)

It’s all very well if you have a mighty metaphor mouse to help you out. For me it seems more a matter of putting on my sneakers that are fuzzy inside (because once you’ve worn sneakers that are fuzzy inside you never go back) and tramping among the trees of synecdoche and zoomorphism until I find some indistinct prints from the wild meta, and dig about, yea forage, until I find the beastie and convince it to relinquish its awesome powers.

I’ll let you know how that goes. In the meantime, to expand your day’s appreciation of metaphor, you should go read my poem, “Night of the Living Dead Metaphors” at Strange Horizons. Why are you still here? Go! I say.