a writer’s curse

To wield a pen, a burden weighs

Upon the mind of he who writes.

Responsibility of words

Churning night and day, night and day.


A thought, a whisper, fleeing fast,

Pen to paper before it’s gone.

Torture to him who loses it.

Fleeting, not to last, soon is past. (more…)

The Thing

I love coffee. That’s probably no surprise to you. Almost every morning, I approach my coffee maker and scoop in fragrant coffee beans, pour in water, and press the button that makes the magic happen. It takes time, like almost every great process does, but I wait. Patiently. Until I hear those five beautiful beeps that tell me my fresh brew is ready to be sipped. My patience is well worth it.

I’m generally a patient person, especially when I know the outcome will be good. But sometimes that patience turns into procrastination. My ability to wait turns into an ability to delay.

You know what I’m talking about. The Thing. That task that is staring you down. (more…)