Books by Clive Matson

• Let the Crazy Child Write! 1998. New World Library. He leads his merry band of writers to a place of vibrant self-realization; his humor and enthusiasm are as infectious as his wisdom. Joe Quirk, The Ultimate Rush
  
  Matson encourages the discovery of what so impassions us to write in the first place — the intuitive, the raw, the bloody. Laura Glen Louis

Poetry

• Chalcedony's First Ten Songs, 2007. Minotaur Press.
  If you would like to purchase a copy, please contact Clive Matson at (510) 654-6495 or clive@matsonpoet.com
  
• An Eye for An Eye Makes the Whole World Blind — Poets on 9/11, Edited by Clive Matson and Allen Cohen. WINNER of the 2003 PEN Oakland Josephine Miles Literary Award
  
• Squish Boots, 2002. Broken Shadow Publications.
  Delightful and penetrating at the same time, these poems are a revelation.
  Susan Griffin, author and poet, Bending Home, Poems Selected and New
  
• Hourglass, 1987. Seagull Press.
  Read these poems out loud — especially the marvelous running and flying poems —allow them to lift you into the open. Dr. Shepherd Bliss, Professor of Psychology
  
• Equal in Desire, 1983. ManRoot Press.
  Matson's work is powerful and tender. He has a clarity which is deceptive: the seeming simplicity that comes from a thoughtful and complex technique. The poems speak direct to the heart. Diane DiPrima, author and poet.
  
  Remarkable! How rare poems like these are. How important..open and delicate. Robert Bly, author and poet.
  
  
• On the Inside, 1982. Cherry Valley Editions.
  What I admire as I have in the past is [Matson's] scope and fullness of significance...an important work. Josephine Miles
  
  [Matson] has produced a romantic poem, but one which a millimeter beneath the surface has a hard and burning core. With electric and jewel-like phrases he creates an everyday nonchalance that is startling and effective. Sam Steward
  
  
• Heroin, 1972. Neon Sun.
  
  
  
• Space Age, 1969. Croton Press, Ltd.
  
  
  
• Mainline to the Heart, 1966.
  Poets Press. Has the author sacrificed anything or everything to arrive at the toughness he celebrates? It seems he has. It in not angelhood any longer. It is not nature, springing up in the woods at twilight. It is heroin, and the blood he draws. John Wieners, poet