Iced Coffee

May

May I change?

May I grow?

May I take this very slow?

May I breathe?

May I see?

May I blossom like a tree?

May I shift?

May I stay?

May I love myself today?

-- A.M. Watson (@artsymagee)

Mouth of the Forest

anna magee (August 15th, 2017)

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

Central Park Lunch

anna magee (~July 2017)

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

Sunday Drives

January 3rd, 2021

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/sunday-drives

Untitled (rainy days)

2016

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/untitled-rainy-days

Hey guys! 

I just reached 100 followers, so let me introduce myself!

I’m Anna! I’m 24, I was born and raised in New England, and continue to make it my home to this day. I have two beloved cats, a puppy who rules my world, and a fiance I can’t wait to marry this October. My favorite poets include Sylvia Plath, e. e. cummings, and Allen Ginsberg. I have dreams of publishing a few small collections of poetry I have on the back-burner, some still in progress. Fingers crossed something happens with those in the near future! 

To my followers, I want to thank each and every one of you for following my writing journey and supporting me along the way. It means so much to me when you like, reblog, or message me your comments, compliments, and critiques! You make my world go ‘round! :) Many of you are on similar journeys and reading each new poem from such talented writers and poets is an amazing inspiration and motivation for me to keep writing. You should all be so proud of your words and work. My asks and DM’s are always open, friends, please don’t hesitate to reach out!

Here is to continued growth, connection, and the making of new poetry with a great community of amazing people!

Endangered Animal Collection

#2: Amazon River Dolphin (2020)

This piece is FOR SALE!

Please DM me for pricing, questions, and/or commissions!

Where I’m From

March 4, 2015 - One of the first poems I’ve written!

I’m from half built tree houses

And vicious snow ball fights.

The one who gets to the sled first wins, 

And the blasting of music to strangers.

I’ve seen the top of mountains 

And felt the bottom of rivers.

Screaming, “MARK!” at signs, and

“Fluffy!” at strangers. 

The bruise on the thigh that will never heal

And the obnoxious air that fills the place.

The crushing trees that are in it for blood

To the cat stuffed in a wooden box in the basement.

I’m from the alarms and the gummy bear stuck on the fan.

Haunted radios and jello in the fridge.

From knowing what I’m saying when I’m not saying much

To the rabbit foot key chain in the old rotten box.

I’m from the snapped and twisted,

The stubbed and burned,

Leafing and dead family tree,

That I am proud to call my own.

anna magee

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/where-i-m-from

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)

Snowflakes

anna magee (February 13, 2021)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/snowflakes-637586