Play the hand

Time is a healerLife is a dirty dealerPlay the hand, bet smartWinning ultimately, an artTime is short, per seGet to doing it, today

Rambling cinquain 03/28/23

one downa few to golife has its ways, for surebegging, stealing, nah just borrowstill infeelinganother day playing the gameblessed, grateful, humble yeshappy, I guessindeed

Rebuilding my station

After many years away from amateur radio, I am slowly adding back equipment. I had sold all of my radios and I gave away antennas, and station accessories, that weren’t homebrew. Given my current QTH (place of residence), I am limited on the types and numbers of antenna’s I can deploy. As I live in

Fair to say

It is fair to say, this space is all over the place. From various attempts at poetry. To snippets of short stories. And then there is the amateur radio updates. So, why not throw a little gaming into the mix as well. I am most looking forward to the release of Diablo IV. I started

Interesting Times

The Pentagon talks of “motherships” in our galaxy. Tech companies tout the wisdom of AI chat bots.War and conflict so prevelent, it no longer makes the “news”.Science, political and fiction, have displaced rational thought.Quite peculiar.

Some Sun

We’ll take some sunWhile we are moving, forwardNever looking back

Keep On

In these very uncertain times, all one can do is keep your head. Keep your Faith. And keep on keeping on.

Gentle Reminder

As she told her story, he was captured. Fully immersed in her descriptions and reminiscences. The porch she described, he could hear the creaking as people moved around it. The laughter and gentle breeze that moved across the gathering. The snapping of pole beans readied for canning. The fresh baked goodness of pie floating on

Rambling cinquains

Inside warm, inviting a cozy fire crackles away from deception, almost at home A throne challenged anew stands resolute, mighty judging fate as sound, not lacking Resolved Aground wrecked long ago once a mighty vessel sailing calm and menacing seas tall ship Rambling cinquains

Asinine State

All men have said, maybeBy the age of fifty, to the dayThe current state of politics, at bestIs the most asinine mess.True for me, I say without gleeAs this year, I became fifty