I'm on the "weekend" back in Ramadi, doing vehicle maintenance and sleeping a lot. I'm away from my computer and consistent internet here. My apologies for the lack of posting. I'll be writing some more in a few days.
There's an interview with me up on VAJoe.com. Keep on the lookout for a upcoming interview with BLACKFIVE, as well.
It turns out that I'm not the only writer in the family. My brother wrote a sonnet for his high school English class, and gave me permission to repost it here.
Here is a story from distant shores
Across the sea of frothing foam
Veiled by Heaven’s glittering dome
A silent city with broken doors
Sleeping women on the floors
In the deserts which nomads roam
Sleep the soldiers, so far from home
In their haven, safe from war
They are soldiers, behind the gate
Soldiers laugh, soldiers cry
Soldiers fight to make them free
Soldiers love, and soldiers hate
Soldiers live, and soldiers die
Far, far away, across the sea.