Welcome to Joe Greig's
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Introductions
Short Stories
Riding the Train from Lincoln, Nebraska
to Casper, Wyoming,
Christmas Vacation, 1958
Stories Told by My Father
Old Bill and Young Bill Robertson
Reflections on
Change and Constancy:
On
The Bend of The Little Wind:Poetry
of Wyoming
Where the wind blows and the Wind flows:The story of a boy's life in Wyoming
Hello!
I'm Joe Greig, Professor Emertius, Andrews University, Berrien Springs,
Michigan. I am also a writer, quintessentially a poet. I write mostly
about the past, especially as I journey back through memory and relive
my life from the perspective of the present. I am especially called to
my experiences as a young man in Wyoming during the 1940's and 1950's.
I grew up on the Wind River Indian Reservation, the Big Horn Flats, Winkleman
Dome, at the foot of the Wind River Range of the Rocky Mountains. The
wild spaciousness of the prairie and the stark grandeur of the granite
peaked mountains looming to the west (both almost empty of human life),
gave clarity to the darker, inner space, from which my writing emerges,
especially my poetry. I write from the light of dusk and dawn, light either
in flight or promised, but never consummated in the expected brilliance
which creates a shadow of illusion. If light should dispel the darkness
the world would be false. Thus, while I celebrate the creation, it seems
always to resonate with a sense of loss: loss of space, freedom, traditional
ways of life, loss of people and closely knit relationships. It is in
the loss that we recognize the illusion of what we have gained. Many people
who read my poetry say it makes them cry. Read ‘em and weep.
All materials are copyrighted by A.
Josef Greig, and are not to be reproduced or used in any way without the permission
of the author.
Me and my wife, Dr. Stella Greig, watching water flow under the bridge.
