Author Archives: Oona Suzannah

About Oona Suzannah

Currently living in the Pacific Northwest, roaming the sidewalks and trails in search of the next muse. I keep track of the adventure here.

The Hold

I’m six months back in the state of California. Myriad things had turned my mind south in Oregon and I was halfway here before my body caught up. I left behind friends and a world I had I grown to … Continue reading

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I’ve written at least ten posts that I never finished in the last year.  I can barely set my thoughts straight long enough. They wriggle and prance and kick up dust, a tiny roadside attraction in my brain that I … Continue reading

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The snow

Gentle. The snow started out in dry flakes the size of buttercup petals. Individually, they swayed, twirled, and dissolved just above the too-warm sidewalks. Together, they tumbled through the streets like confetti, sticking to nothing, skimming along the subtle electrical … Continue reading

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On this, the month of my birthday.

It’s come to this: indifferent, mean city life has won the battle. In a dusty cloud of defeat I’ve arrived at my mother’s house– unemployed, bloated with roadside food and shame– to hide for the month of May. Somewhere in the world … Continue reading

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i wave back

I know all there is to know about waves. From the gritty gray shorelines of Northern California I learned their patterns as I learned the familiar sounds of my siblings’ voices. Before I could see them I could sense how … Continue reading

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my friend, death

death is a strange bedfellow. it is a seemingly palpable presence, but in reality is simply an abstract one. we fear it because of its inherent mystery; we explain it by weaving stories that are pulled out from inside our … Continue reading

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Desert Oblivion

In the summer of 1995 I was fourteen and had long purple hair. I listened almost exclusively to Jimi Hendrix, Tori Amos, and old dead classical composers.  I dressed like a  skater boy. I read for five to twelve hours … Continue reading

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