A Quick Note
I am, indeed, still alive. I am also still in Baghdad.

I just hit month number 5 of the 12-hour, seven day work schedule. I can see some light at the end of the tunnel, though. There is every possibility that, if I don't stop a bullet or try to absorb any shrapnel, I will be home early next year.

I posted a new poem today. I was walking back from dinner and was thinking about Mrs. E. Poet, of whom you read very little here. Not that there isn't volumes to write about her. She is truly a remarkable woman. But I have a deep respect for privacy, and I will not violate hers without discussing it with her carefully.

But I digress.

I was thinking about Mrs. E. Poet, and how much I wish I could do more for her. She inspires me to be a better man than I would be otherwise. I rather lack ambition in some ways, which sounds odd coming from someone that claims to save the world for a living. It's hard to explain, but I will bring it up again one day.

As I was walking and thinking, I have no idea why, but I thought, "If she were a rose, I would like to be her sky. I would like to nurture her and help her to grow." That is where the newest poem started.

I don't think I have ever discussed the process of writing here. That is another topic I will touch on soon. for now, though, I am out of time.