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The Fall

A.M. Watson (aka @artsymagee)

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The Fall — Anna Magee-Watson

 Does a seedTwisting, whirling, tumblingAway from provenance Feel lost and unsureAs ifIt has hit rock bottom?Or does it kn

Snap.

anna magee (~January 2016)

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Tick Season

anna magee (April 10th, 2021)

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JMM-D

anna magee (~June, 2016)

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Trepidation tickles  my tired toes as I trace my tracks to my tainted woes.

anna magee (2017)

Sunday Drives

January 3rd, 2021

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Exciting news, folks! 🚀

I'm thrilled to announce that my first official poetry book ✨All American Waste✨will be launching on April 4, 2024 on Amazon! Just in time for #poetrymonth and #indieapril 🤍

A little about the book...

"All American Waste is a collection of poetry that you won't be able to put your finger on! Focusing on the struggles of being a young adult in America, and the seemingly futile search to find what is left of the 'American Dream,' the poems within the pages dance from relatable to powerful, and powerful to bizarre. They put the spotlight on the mundanity of everyday life, the importance of mental health, and the beauty of our fragile environment. There is truly a poem for every person in this book!"

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)

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anna magee (April 25th, 2021)

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Attention poetry lovers and the Reading Community! 🖤

My poetry book ✨All American Waste✨ is now available on Amazon, just in time for Poetry Month and Indie April!

This collection explores the mundanity of everyday life, the importance of mental health, and the beauty of our fragile environment. There is truly a poem for every person in this book!

Get your copy here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CYXSRFHG