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I.W.’s 2022 Year in Books
Take a look at I.W.’s Year in Books. The long, the short—it’s all here.
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Book Trailer 3 Short Stories
"I liked that the author makes the reader think about moral situations society does not prepare itself for." (Judge, 25th Annual Writer’s Digest Self-Published Book Awards.)
Book Trailer: Siberian Shadows - 3 Short Stories by I.W. Zilke
Book Trailer: Siberian Shadows - 3 Short Stories by I.W. Zilke
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Love and Other Casualties: Poems with Illustrations
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Siberian Shadows - A True Tale of Necromancy
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Siberian Shadows: 3 Short Stories with Illustrations
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“The whole series of my life appeared to me as a dream; I sometimes doubted if indeed it were all true, for it never presented itself to my mind with the force of reality.”
― Frankenstein
― Frankenstein
“Looking for Your Face
From the beginning of my life
I have been looking for your face
but today I have seen it
Today I have seen
the charm, the beauty,
the unfathomable grace
of the face
that I was looking for
Today I have found you
and those who laughed
and scorned me yesterday
are sorry that they were not looking
as I did
I am bewildered by the magnificence
of your beauty
and wish to see you
with a hundred eyes
My heart has burned with passion
and has searched forever
for this wondrous beauty
that I now behold
I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine
Your fragrant breath
like the morning breeze
has come to the stillness of the garden
You have breathed new life into me
I have become your sunshine
and also your shadow
My soul is screaming in ecstasy
Every fiber of my being
is in love with you
Your effulgence
has lit a fire in my heart
and you have made radiant
for me
the earth and sky
My arrow of love
has arrived at the target
I am in the house of mercy
and my heart
is a place of prayer”
― The Love Poems of Rumi
From the beginning of my life
I have been looking for your face
but today I have seen it
Today I have seen
the charm, the beauty,
the unfathomable grace
of the face
that I was looking for
Today I have found you
and those who laughed
and scorned me yesterday
are sorry that they were not looking
as I did
I am bewildered by the magnificence
of your beauty
and wish to see you
with a hundred eyes
My heart has burned with passion
and has searched forever
for this wondrous beauty
that I now behold
I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine
Your fragrant breath
like the morning breeze
has come to the stillness of the garden
You have breathed new life into me
I have become your sunshine
and also your shadow
My soul is screaming in ecstasy
Every fiber of my being
is in love with you
Your effulgence
has lit a fire in my heart
and you have made radiant
for me
the earth and sky
My arrow of love
has arrived at the target
I am in the house of mercy
and my heart
is a place of prayer”
― The Love Poems of Rumi
“Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it's dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.”
― The Rose That Grew from Concrete
― The Rose That Grew from Concrete
“Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.”
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“Dunkler Tannenwald dräute finster zu beiden Seiten des Wasserlaufs. Der Wind hatte kürzlich die weiße Schneedecke von den Bäumen gestreift, sodass sie aussahen, als drängten sie sich unheimlich finster in dem schwindenden Tageslicht aneinander. Tiefes Schweigen lag über dem Lande, das eine Wildnis war, ohne Leben, ohne Bewegung, so einsam, so kalt, dass die Stimmung darin nicht einmal traurig zu sein schien. Vielmehr lag ein Lachen darüber, ein Lachen schrecklicher als jede Traurigkeit, freudlos wie das Lächeln der Sphinx, kalt wie der Frost und grimmig wie die Notwendigkeit. Die unerbittliche, unerforschliche Weisheit des Lebens und seiner Anstrengungen. Es war die echte Wildnis, die ungezähmte, kaltherzige Wildnis des Nordens”
― The Call of the Wild
― The Call of the Wild
