It was a dry summer in the double ohs, when Russell and I discovered my brother’s canoe under a tarp in the garage. It was a great dusty red sliver, speckled with mud and gravel-grains and we grabbed the faded lemon-lime garden hose from the hydrant and washed it damn near clean. My brother’s polyethylene [...]
Okay, so I want to write. However, there are a few things I’m really bad at–generating story ideas consistently, planning out those ideas into viable pieces, and then following through. I’d like to start writing something new, now that I’m done with “Oxford Town.” I have a few ideas floating around, some started briefly, some [...]
“The country I come from
Is called the Midwest”
-Bob Dylan, “God On Our Side”
Oxford is a town in the southern, central part of Nebraska. It’s twenty miles south of Holdrege, which is thirty miles south of Kearney, and that’s along Mighty I-80, so everyone ought to have heard of it. Oxford has seven bars, seven churches, [...]