A collection of happier stories and poems taken from More Heresies from Iyan Igma, The Dementia of Iyan Igma, and The Repressed Memories of Iyan Igma. There are even a few from in significance, which is a work in progress. This is the Book of Love, and the subject is dealt with in both serious and comical tones. These poems are gathered here in one place because one of my most important readers has no interest in the sick and demented that I have been known to write. It's a shame really. The piece d'resistance is La Extranjera, a poem cycle involving the cross-cultural love between an ESOL teacher and one of his student's parents that develops despite logic and tradition.About the Author: Some say Iyan Igma wasn't hugged enough as a child. Others think that he's a prophet or visionary. Still others think he only has eight toes. Of course, those are just the people that live inside his head. The real Iyan Igma is a mischievous, meddling, mediocre megalomaniac who hails from South Georgia. Most people wouldn't think that he's as strange as his writings would make him appear. He likes peace and quiet, although he never gets any. He has been aptly described by Coby as one who apparently goes around breaking mirrors (purely in self-defense, ) and one who has no life. Iyan tries to miss a meal occasionally in order to pretend like he is a starving artist. Don't worry, he has no intentions of quitting his day job soon. To date, he has written more than 1,000 poems in various styles. But, he has found that after the first 900, everything starts to seem the same. He's also written several short stories and essays, but who really cares about that? He has previously published 2 poetry/short story collections and a cookbook, with several more works on the way. His favorite poets are Robert Browning, Edgar Allen Poe, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Alexander Pope, and Dr. Seuss. He loves Shakespeare, Bernard Shaw, Voltaire, Oscar Wilde, and many other Renaissance and Enlightenment era authors. Mythology of any sort is fascinating to him, just like writing in the third person. He stays busy, trying to be outdoors as much as time permits. He loves to hike, camp, swim, cycle, run, canoe, etc. He'd like to sleep more, but it's just to much of a hassle, what with work and college. At the end of the day, he always wonders how he got himself into such a mess.