Poems In Odd Places

Lately, I've been writing poems in odd places....like on a packed subway car that smells of rat piss, or in a radiology testing lab, or in middle of a crowded bar. I write on the Notes section of my iPhone; believe there is something to writing while in the midst of madness; you enter the chaos; are hurled into new directions; it makes it all a bit more unhinged. Perhaps it is paying dividends.

My new poem "Agonies & Bliss" was published in the October 2017 issue of Gravel Magazine so please check it out here. https://www.gravelmag.com/matt-nagin....

Meanwhile, my debut poetry collection, "Butterflies Lost Within The Crooked Moonlight," just obtained a terrific write-up in Kirkus Review. It was compared to Gnostic poetry, stuff like Robert Creely (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem...), as well as the beats like Kerouac and Ginsberg. Read the full review here: (https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-re...).

Would love if you’d check out my book and let me know what you think. I am also always looking for other poetry or fiction to read--authors I don't know--so if you have suggestions for me I'd be much obliged.

Thanks!