Sunday Drives

Sleep withers away

Each new day, in

Such a special way

One that makes me say

I may survive today...

No Way

anna magee (April 6, 2021)

Got the proof copy of my first #poetry book in the mail, and man, what an exhilarating feeling to hold something you created in your hands! #WritingCommunity

Be on the lookout April 20, 2021 for my new #book:

Twenty - A Line a Day

on Amazon - Kindle and Paperback!

#IndieApril #artsymagee

Monday Grind by A.M. Watson (@artsymagee)

Get your copy of my poetry book All American Waste, with this poem and many more, here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CYXSRFHG

Sometimes I want to crawl into stranger's backyards and explore them for their natural wonders that remind me of my grandmother's land that was home to my greatest childhood fantasies.

anna magee

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/untitled-backyard

Love in Portland

We took a walk

through Portland lights,

He asked me why

breakups made him feel like a 

balloon pressing too close to 

a sharp ceiling

He looked at me and smiled

But he didn’t choose me.

At 3 am he wrapped his thoughts

A little too closely to the pain

So I tiptoed up stairs at dawn

And slid into his bed

To warm his body and his brain

But he didn’t choose me.

On rainy nights we jumped in puddles 

and talked about the future

in a playground down the street

He told me his dreams

And I told him mine

A shooting star crossed the sky

But he didn’t choose me.

Down the road now a little ways

In a sunny September glaze

He told me he missed me

In the bed in the attic

He cried into my body

And I felt my release

But he didn’t choose me.

He came back again

The weekend after

To drink the devil’s wine

Drunk; a laugh, a kiss

Talk of old times

He said he was sorry

But he didn’t choose me.

Now the summer sun

Is obscured behind buildings

Touching the sky

And he took me to his heart

And gave it all to me

And said if he could go back

And do it all again

He would choose me.

I fought my way into his head

Into his thoughts, into his bed

For so hard and so long

But now that the time had come

All the things inside my head

All the things he’d ever said

Built a wall between him and I

He asked me to choose him.

I chose myself.

anna magee (~ July 2016)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/love-portland

Voice

A mastered voice is not unlike

A well tuned, polished instrument

That can captivate the mind

As well as the world

And yet,

My mouth falls open

And out tumbles a nasally

Screech that I feel I should

Apologize for, should I?

Words trip and stutter their way

Through tense teeth

Out into the world

To be heard, judged

And stranded forever

In the cold air

Keeping you waiting as I gag

On my own thought

Steam billows from hot ears

As I regain my verbal footing

And tentatively try again,

Cheeks burning alive

My trepid tongue

My own worst enemy.

- anna magee (March 12th, 2021)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/voice-497017

First Book

anna magee (April 20th, 2021)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/first-book

You can now buy my first poetry book on Amazon!

Central Park Lunch

anna magee (~July 2017)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/central-park-lunch

Paper Waltz

- anna magee (March 13th, 2015)

Another poem from high school!

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/paper-waltz

Mouth of the Forest

anna magee (August 15th, 2017)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/mouth-forest