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

Rusted Tin

“Therein lies the problem.” Sheriff Clay says pulling handcuffs from his pocket.”This is just a little private use liquor, John” Bill Wade offers.”Your parole is very specific. No liquor making. Period. Put your hands behind your back.” The sheriff orders.”Oh hell John. All you have here is some empty bottles. Old sugar bags and some

Simple haiku

sweet apples and cheesecheapo wine flowing with easea little more, pleaseWaking, walking soonMy head throbbing before noonKeep calm, get it doneWarm days, sun and funMoonlight swimming in the nightJust around the bend

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

Inconvenient

“She was skating too long on that thin white line.” Red blurted out.”What?” The sheriff asked, distracted”Cocaine. Angie is, well, was into the coke.” Red frowned as the words left his mouth.”So pretty and young, shame what she had gotten into.” Red continued”Let’s get the coroner’s office over here. And don’t go talking to anyone,

Again

There it is againSnow, white swirling down, aroundSome piled on the ground

50 Word Thursday #11

This is my attempt at 50 Word Thursday #11 Thank you Deb Whittam   Along with the photo above, the following phrase serves as a prompt. ‘If I’d stopped to think I might not have done it, but fury is a great disregarder of caution.’ The rules are simple.  Write something, poem, short story, anything,

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.