a series of speculative short stories that take place in a n apartment complex
in Oklahoma. Writing the shorts stories make me
feel like a regionalist. Because I want to write about Oklahoma and explore my youth. This surprises me. Just as I am also learning that I want to
write about Oklahoma, I am also prepared to leave it.
that for irony?–
around a lot until I got to the eighth grade.
I think we moved an average of once a year. Most of the moves were to apartment complexes
on the northwest side of Oklahoma City.
kindergarten, my brother and I were taking the trash to the dumpster. He ran across the street of the apartment
complex and was hit by a truck. He had
to stay in a hospital for a while. I
loved staying in the hospital with him.
apartment complex was on a hill.
Oklahoma City is pretty flat so that’s a big deal. I loved exploring in those apartments with my
brother and sister. I would take them on
mountain climbing expeditions.
one apartment complex that was a few blocks away from some type of man-made
lake, pond or something. I stumbled upon
it one day following a really cute boy from India who had a crush on me. It was like an oasis in the middle of the
desert. There was also three or four
different complexes connected to each other that I would explore.
complex with lots of other black kids and we would swim all the time in the complex’s pool. This apartment complex had a good communal
feeling to it. Everyone knew each other.
the kids fighting. My older sister
especially was outgoing and attracted lots of negative attention. I remember girls following her home to fight
the tornado warnings and a few families getting together in one apartment to
ride the tornadoes out together.
living in Norman, Oklahoma and going to shelters when there were tornado
warnings and seeing all the people in space.
coming home from my grandmother’s home to our apartment being destroyed by the