November 25

NEW POEMS! Confessions of a Man Whose Everything Exploded – OUT NOW!

In his first collection of brand new digital first poems, Matt Wall takes us on a journey of finally getting over heartbreak to find the wreckage of the life that he neglected while healing. With poems that are sad, funny, erotic but most of all real and raw.

This collection of unreleased poetry has nearly 40 poems all written in 2024.

Pick up your copy of Confessions of a Man Whose Everything Exploded here!

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October 31

13 Miles South of Hell! the perfect book of poems for Halloween!!!

13 miles south of hell is a collection of spooky scary horror Halloween type poems and poetry for this festive season!

Poems included:

Big Old Tree
a weird night
vagina
a bad sign
how long can you live without a heart?
confusing lunch
the passenger
Lovecraft built this house
we are sacks
a fraction of a second
black sheet

Get your copy here!

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September 27

Blood Rag 15 Free Download!

Issue 15 can be downloaded here

bout by Steven Bruce / summer is dying by michael lee johnson / cleaning glass by garrett carroll / husk by matt wall / I’m Saving My Good Poems for The New Yorker by adam crawford / mercies by chasey delaney

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April 7

Download Blood Rag 9 FREE!

Get Issue 9 here!

Melvin by Matt Wall / squirming by Shaylynn Marks / Wolverine by Ethan McGuire / TikTok, Tarot Card, Solicitation by Michael Lee Johnson / fuck me marry me by Robert Fleming / Human Cost of Doritos by Rich Boucher / writers block by B.L. Koller / rock the addled mind by TT Conley / a cold shoulder by so poetic

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February 27

Yermom is coming…

That’s right! Yermom is right around the corner!

With this new collection of my poetry, you are getting the cream of Yermom’s crop.

Winning Yermom’s Sawdoemee Prize for Poetry has been a dream a come true for both me and Yermom.

In fact, Yermom giving me a long and extended stay deep inside Yermom’s MFA was only made better by it being a free ride!

This book has the best stuff i’ve written over the last couple years.

Most of it has never been released!

By joining the pre-order campaign you get this book + my chapbook Runner Up that has the poems that just didn’t make the cut!

click here to find out more and be notified once Yermom goes LIVE!

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February 7

Poems about F*cking

Out Now!

14 erotic poems about sex and love and dating and the humor in it all.

Limited to 60 signed and numbered copies

Rose gold metallic mirrored card stock cover

Newsprint interior

Colored tissue paper end pages.

40 pages.

Plus, they wipe clean easy for bedroom reading!

Get yours before they’re gone!

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September 26

red pants

there are a lot of homeless people
here in the MacArthur Park area
of Los Angeles
most of them are fine
keep to themselves
smoke rock by themselves
shoot up by themselves
talk to themselves
they leave me alone
and since that’s just
what i want
me and the homeless are solid

red pants though
he’s a fucker
i don’t like him
he’s a short ginger
balding badly
long red beard
and dirty
red denim jeans

the first time i encountered
red pants
was at the taco truck
on 6th and Alvarado
i was waiting for my tacos
and he was screaming
wanting someone to buy him
a quesadilla
tacos were $1
quesadillas were $5

what a dick, i thought

then he started yelling
about burning all of us alive

the next time i ran into him
i was at Maggie’s
the donut shop on 6th and Coronado
waiting for a breakfast burrito
he came in yelling
wanting someone to buy him a sandwich
a roast beef sandwich
that’s $9
in a donut shop

what a dick, i thought

then he started yelling
that we were all slaves
and they were keeping us quiet
then he saw that all of our skin
was charred
blackened by being burned alive

i saw him sleeping
on the bus stop bench a few times
saw him this morning sleeping on Wilshire
the other day though
he was eating a big plate of mexican food
sauce and cabbage hanging in his
ginger beard
he was dancing and singing
with his mouth full
someone actually bought him
a top tier meal

what a dick!
but at least he’s eating

now that i think about it
he may be the one who
torched the vacant lot next door…

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