A Special Note

Happy Midnight Greetings from Japan!

I wanted to let everyone know that from March the 23rd through April 4th I willΒ be spending spring vacation with my boss and her family in Australia. They were gracious enough to invite me and I honestly cannot think of a better way to celebrate Ostara than by relishing in the beauty of the Gold Coast.

During this time, I will be limiting my access to the internet and all forms of technology. I fully plan to roll around in the sun and fun of Australia and let it wrap its warm arms around me … either that or it’ll kick me in the ass with a lightning bolt of artistic inspiration … or maybe both? We can hope. πŸ™‚

Anyway, I digress. During this time, I will not be participating in the Daily Post WordPress challenges that I usually do to meet my goal of posting poetry every day of the year. (I will double up on these once I return to Japan and settle in on April 5th).Β 

Instead, I will be prescheduling two poem updates each day thatΒ I am absent.Β 
These poems are all previous poems I wrote back in 2015.Β 
They will be a part of an ongoing poetry collection entitledΒ 
Reflections 2015, A Poetry Collection of Written Works by Tiny Fawns.
I will update this collection during periods of time when I am not available to provide realtime daily updates.

You can see an outline of the poem titles and dates they will post on my Poetry Collections Page here.Β 

All comments, questions, and ping backs will receive a response once I return (April 5th). Β Β 

This will be my first time to visit Australia so I’m hoping during this time to not only enjoy all of the wonderful experiences and adventures that await, but to also tackle a poetry project I’ve been mulling over since the end of February. If this project comes to full fruition by the time I leave Australia, I will be very excited because it will hopefully be a nice little pocket of poems I hope journals or publishers would like to stick their hands into.

Thank you for reading this long and rambling update.Β 

I hope the arrival of Spring brings you all happiness, inspiration, opportunities, and peace! πŸ™‚

-Brianna Dawn, AKA Tiny Fawns

Reflections 2015: Guthrie and Dylan

In late December, I’d walk a few minutes down the street and then turn down 1961 Avenue Dylan would be standing at the corner with a worn map and leather bag, looking solemn and lost

We would sit on the corner and he would drag a harmonica out of his coat pocket —
I would attempt some notes but they’d hit the
Hard, cold, dirty snow sloppily napping in the street gutters

The guitar chords sounded flat in the winter air,
Picking notes nothing more than weak imitations of the emotional clanging in our veins and vessels
Slowly turning to bloody frost beneath our skin and hair

After a while we would talk about his visit with Guthrie
But we couldn’t use words to talk
Just avoidant body language, twisting our eye contact away from one another
Because when our eyes would meet – the sadness would press in and
Grab our throats in a chokehold
Clearing our throats to push it back into the corner of our mind

Instead, we would just absentmindedly hum his songs
While clutching paper cups of hot coffee
Before walking down the avenue to 1962

____
Thank you for reading this poem from
Reflections 2015, A Poetry Collection of Written Works by Tiny Fawns
This is a poetry compilation project featuring previously written content that I will share during periods of time when I am not available to provide daily updates. All poems from this collection were scheduled a week in advance. All comments, questions, and ping backs will receive a response once I return.

Reflections 2015: Zombie fingers holding sunken ships

It’s eleven past three in the morning
And all I hear is the impatient rapping of rain on my windows and balcony
The heavy continuous exhale of my air conditioner
Tapping of my keys as I scoop another poem from my skull

In the cinema of my mind I am now at the shoreline
Sloppily trudging across the sand
Wind slapping me in the face as my hair punches back

On the quest to find a ship I heard about it in fairytales

It’s almost completely submerged in water
The stern peaking out like a crocodile
Spying from the middle of a swamp
Water tonguing the rusting exterior
Seaweed like zombie fingers crawling up the sides
Holding the ship’s face in a grimy embrace

I tasted blood in my mouth
From biting my lips in anticipation
As my mind reeled and spun – a full-blown entertainment system
Projecting on the back of my eyeballs
Imagined story lines and plot twists of what had really happened
To the sunken ship

____
Thank you for reading this poem from
Reflections 2015, A Poetry Collection of Written Works by Tiny Fawns
This is a poetry compilation project featuring previously written content that I will share during periods of time when I am not available to provide daily updates. All poems from this collection were scheduled a week in advance. All comments, questions, and ping backs will receive a response once I return.

Reflections 2015: I drew a line | straight.

I took a marker
Dripping wet with black ink
Pressed it to the meeting point of my collar bones
And drew a line as straight as I could downward

I think
And then sadly declared:

The “right” side for boys
The “other” side for girls

Please sit on the proper side
So you won’t toy with my mind and confuse me any further

About where to draw the line
And who I must call a lover
And why I should even bother
With trying to figure it out
When it’s not the business of others

My love isn’t contained by lines
Drafted by markers or pens or ink on papers or bodies
If there were some box or closet to shove love in
It would hardly be worth the time
Or anything at all to anybody

So allow me to take this eraser and
Soap and undo these crawling lines
Undraw myself and un-begin the end
Of myself pretending to be completely “right”
When to be completely honest

The “other” side is just as true for me
Regardless of your views and
What you refuse to see

I won’t be realigned.

____
Thank you for reading this poem from
Reflections 2015, A Poetry Collection of Written Works by Tiny Fawns
This is a poetry compilation project featuring previously written content that I will share during periods of time when I am not available to provide daily updates. All poems from this collection were scheduled a week in advance. All comments, questions, and ping backs will receive a response once I return.

Reflections 2015: Alice and the Human Cheshire

The wind bent the tree branches
Criss-crossing them and their larger fingers
Denting the joints creating a staircase into a tree canopy jungle

Alice climbed them to follow lantern lights glowing a cheap chalky sky blue
Blinking and winking in her face, each flash an x-ray revealing a bony gentle grimace
Of a shrunken beast hiding in the remains of an owl’s nest

Come with me to the fox’s den in the canopy,
She tossed up the request in a frantic whisper
Fearing walking the jungle without a guardian

The shadow of the beast met her eyes before his actual form
Moved onto the drooping tree branches
Pulling tree limbs with leaves up to cover his face

He was slowly wringing out the uncertainty
Of the possibilities that floated before him —
… There’s a trail just over there,
He motioned in the air with his claws to a place below —

But we’re required to trespass in a tunnel,
The beast said, with a note of speculation in his voice
Yes, let’s go through the tunnel and avoid the canopy at all costs
I haven’t been to the tunnel in a century because when I came here I lost my purpose

But Alice did not want to go too deep into the earth
She had already been somewhere like it
The tunnel ran too close to the core of a dark, silent, shivering place
She felt too vulnerable and turned away

Hoisting herself up another branch toward the canopy
The beast pleaded,

Do not go up there, it is far more dangerous
Struggling to hold all of your weight with your wrists
Instead of balancing your weight with your feet –
And the gravity would kill you if you were to let go and leap from the canopy
To escape all of those things and those vain expectations,
Those breathing creatures climbing up every ladder
And staircase and tree limb and branch and net and rope they find
Just so they feel the satisfaction of being above all the others
Who choose to reside and continue their lives in lonely little tunnels

But she was already gone

Alice looked behind, the beast noticeably smaller
Retreating into his nest

And she felt bigger and more accomplished
Elevating herself higher and higher in the canopy
Believing she could now live happily ever after
In the canopy far, far way
Everything was at its best

But soon she was met by those smaller than she
They made her feel two inches tall and everything in her
Also grew small, her heart and lungs and brain tinier than ever
So that she wouldn’t think, breathe words,
Or live a life beyond what is perceived of her

The trees grew faster and faster
Faster than she could climb
And in time found herself at the entrance of the owl’s nest once more —

It has been a long time,
Said a young man who was sprawled across the branch, stomach down
Gazing downwards, swishing a stick in his fist, writing out invisible words in the wind

Have you seen the beast around here?
Alice asked, turning her gaze toward the nest —

The young man laughed, pushing himself up
And turned to her with a gentle grimace

I never was a beast, you see
He declared, taking Alice by surprise

And I was never really a cat or animal or creature —
I was always simply human
But your fear and loathing of everything less
Distorted and disguised

My true identity – you never wanted to see the things
That would risk setting you back from the dreams you imagined in the canopy

But on your adventure to reach the canopies and skies and top of the mountains Everything in the world was skewed around you
You convinced yourself we were harmful monsters out to get you
To take you back to the places where you desperately tried to escape

But now you realize, finally you have learned
That the canopy, closest to the skies, never really sets you free

____
Thank you for reading this poem from
Reflections 2015, A Poetry Collection of Written Works by Tiny Fawns
This is a poetry compilation project featuring previously written content that I will share during periods of time when I am not available to provide daily updates. All poems from this collection were scheduled a week in advance. All comments, questions, and ping backs will receive a response once I return.

Reflections 2015: Keys and broken zippers

One evening as the sun burned orange through the polluted atmosphere
And night absorbed the last of the stretched out shadows of pedestrians and telephone poles

A rush of wind met my face just as my body let out a weak breath
Touching my forehead to my door for a few moments before
Making the effort to dig for my keys
At the bottom of my bag overloaded with too many books and broken zippers

I stepped into my apartment, pulled open my bag,
and dropped everything everywhere

I wanted to do the exact same thing to myself.

I wanted to take everything from inside
Of me and put it inside of something else.

So that I may take a few moments to breathe before making any
Effort to dig for what I need

I didn’t want to feel overloaded anymore.
Or like my mouth and eyes and ears were just broken
Zippers that couldn’t contain and maintain
Thoughts, images, and opinions inside and outside of me

____
Thank you for reading this poem from
Reflections 2015, A Poetry Collection of Written Works by Tiny Fawns
This is a poetry compilation project featuring previously written content that I will share during periods of time when I am not available to provide daily updates. All poems from this collection were scheduled a week in advance. All comments, questions, and ping backs will receive a response once I return.

Reflections 2015: Like a John Hughes Road-Trippin’ Machine

Sometimes I want to ride in the back of a
Junky jeep on a country highway
Going 80mph
Blaring Don Henley’s “Boys of Summer” while
Throwing my fists up in the air,
Power-pumping like John Bender

Punching the blue sky filled with
Bunny rabbit and turtle-shaped clouds
Yelling “FUCK YEAH” while shooting the middle fingers
On both hands — such a rebel,
Principal Vernon’s worst nightmare
“Don’t mess with the bull, young man – you’ll get the –”
Car horns barking
As we launched ourselves onto the freeway
Let loose on the streets to road-trip the
Fuck out of the southern states

____
Thank you for reading this poem from
Reflections 2015, A Poetry Collection of Written Works by Tiny Fawns
This is a poetry compilation project featuring previously written content that I will share during periods of time when I am not available to provide daily updates. All poems from this collection were scheduled a week in advance. All comments, questions, and ping backs will receive a response once I return.

Reflections 2015: Train Teeth

The carcass of the train
Station whined and rattled in the wind

That hungrily fed on the platforms
The station’s mouth opened wide

Using its tracks to taste and
Push the train along its course

I stand inside
The PA system a blurry noise in the background

Mamonaku, Takifudou desu. Odeguchi wa hidarigawa desu.*

It’s 9:34PM and I’m almost home.

__
Note: *Japanese: “We will soon arrive to Takifudou station. The exit is to the left.”

____
Thank you for reading this poem from
Reflections 2015, A Poetry Collection of Written Works by Tiny Fawns
This is a poetry compilation project featuring previously written content that I will share during periods of time when I am not available to provide daily updates. All poems from this collection were scheduled a week in advance. All comments, questions, and ping backs will receive a response once I return.

Reflections 2015: Jerry Springer cats at 3AM

Every damn night
Or early morning I should say
As I am finally diving into the depths of sleep

The cats come rumbling across the neighbors’ rooftops
Sounding like a Maury Povich or
Jerry Springer or
Sally Jesse Raphael show

Brought right to my balcony

The hoots and calls of rejected lovers
Yelling in triumph and justification
For not having to take any responsibility at all
In the troubles they bring on to others

Like me losing my sleep
Get off my welcome mat with your hissy fits

They scream and paw their way down the staircases
And growl vulgarities at one another and drunk men
Making their ways home after a long night of
Social drinking with co-workers

And I just want to go to sleep

____
Thank you for reading this poem from
Reflections 2015, A Poetry Collection of Written Works by Tiny Fawns
This is a poetry compilation project featuring previously written content that I will share during periods of time when I am not available to provide daily updates. All poems from this collection were scheduled a week in advance. All comments, questions, and ping backs will receive a response once I return.

Reflections 2015: The Sun Studies on Mondays

The Sun rises up ready for Biology –
The brightest pupil of them all

With a bright yellow highlighter
He carves lines along the trees and grass

And when the lecture comes to a lull
And the professor begins to doze

The Sun doodles clouds and birds
Rainbows with some rain drops
And a little moon, earth, and stars with them, too

____
Thank you for reading this poem from
Reflections 2015, A Poetry Collection of Written Works by Tiny Fawns
This is a poetry compilation project featuring previously written content that I will share during periods of time when I am not available to provide daily updates. All poems from this collection were scheduled a week in advance. All comments, questions, and ping backs will receive a response once I return.

Reflections 2015: Pearls and Hearts on Sleeves

She wore a sweater with hearts on the sleeves
She wore it long, down to her knees

Boots and knee-high socks and tights
To keep her warm and hidden during her nightly walks

She talked to herself continuously in her mind
Running over the history she swore she left behind

Her eyes lie and look
Down to her shoelaces too much

Her tongue was tied
She was too caught up and often let down

By friends who forgot her
By the anxiety that drowns

And washes away the seashells and pearls out to sea
Some nights she couldn’t stand to be herself

She just couldn’t stand “to be”

____
Thank you for reading this poem from
Reflections 2015, A Poetry Collection of Written Works by Tiny Fawns
This is a poetry compilation project featuring previously written content that I will share during periods of time when I am not available to provide daily updates. All poems from this collection were scheduled a week in advance. All comments, questions, and ping backs will receive a response once I return.