Monthly Archives: October 2012

There is an old legend at Appalachian State University, in Boone, NC. “Dave, the Ghost of I. G. Greer Music Hall.” I hope you’ll bear with me in the telling of this tale. I was taking a lot of drugs … Continue reading →

It was a cold night on the high mountain meadow. Gilbert was walking to ease his troubled mind, late in the evening of an uncomfortable maturity. The wind was bitter, but Gilbert didn’t care. He was accustomed to being well … Continue reading →

I was watching when the crippled man in the wheelchair cried out in agony at the irrational man’s violence in the dining room. I was watching as the confused, belligerent man would not let go of the crippled man, even … Continue reading →

The challenger has just gotten his feet wet, when he realizes he’s already finished off two, very activating projects, in this one abysmal night alone, and has begun a third, as the clock edges up to approximately 11 PM in … Continue reading →

The boy, Jungle, reaches into his pocket to get out his crescent wrench. His bike needs just a little bit of tweaking, as he stops to tighten a bolt, just as he remembers doing when he was only a little … Continue reading →

The old man shuffled slowly down the public sidewalk near the rest home, ambulating past the little cops of trees by the side of the road, with some considerably focused amount of effort on his part, with his very necessary … Continue reading →

The two legged had plenty on his mind, to make the driving that much more dangerous than usual. Besides that, it was very late at night, when the man-made stone that goes on forever across the land, was usually safe … Continue reading →

The boy was taught by his grandfather’s grandfather to sing his Spirit song to the eagle to know what the Great One had to say to him. The eagle would always answer his Spirit cleansing from above, and tell the … Continue reading →

  They’re Not Locust Desolation was only a step away. I wrote that statement about the Locust People very carefully, then spoke my mind to my Higher Power, and then to several people I happen to know are friends. My … Continue reading →

  Locust People By George S Geisinger The locust people, the Too Many to Count, are everywhere around me now. I can’t find any other conclusion about life to arrive at, about my surroundings. I have no hiding place, except … Continue reading →