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Matt Sumell
Matt Sumell grew up on the south shore of Long Island, New York. A graduate of UC Irvine’s MFA program, his work has appeared in Faultline and is forthcoming in the Brooklyn Review. Currently finishing up his first collection of short stories, tentatively titled MAKING NICE, Sumell’s fiction is rich and unsparing with what all great writing possesses, heart. Alternately funny and menacing, kind and cruel, restrained and violent, his work jumps with irreverence and loss, and ultimately reminds us with grace and humor that small things can make beautiful moves.
Matt Sumell grew up on the south shore of Long Island, New York. A graduate of UC Irvine’s MFA program, his work has appeared in Faultline and is forthcoming in the Brooklyn Review. Currently finishing up his first collection of short stories, tentatively titled MAKING NICE, Sumell’s fiction is rich and unsparing with what all great writing possesses, heart. Alternately funny and menacing, kind and cruel, restrained and violent, his work jumps with irreverence and loss, and ultimately reminds us with grace and humor that small things can make beautiful moves.
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Sparkles Licks Puddles of Cola
“MY BROTHER bet me five hundred dollars she wouldn’t make it past December. I accepted and won—Grandma died January 3rd.... Book detail Read it now
“MY BROTHER bet me five hundred dollars she wouldn’t make it past December. I accepted and won—Grandma died January 3rd.... Book detail Read it now
Donny
“OUTSIDE, in the gravel and weed parking lot, near a log that means Don’t go any further or you’ll drive into the bay, I said, “Donny, Donny, Donny wake up, wake up Donny, Donny wake up, Donny, Donny, Donny you’re a mailman…” and then I kicked him, gently, in the ribs. ... Book detail Read it now
“OUTSIDE, in the gravel and weed parking lot, near a log that means Don’t go any further or you’ll drive into the bay, I said, “Donny, Donny, Donny wake up, wake up Donny, Donny wake up, Donny, Donny, Donny you’re a mailman…” and then I kicked him, gently, in the ribs. ... Book detail Read it now
Eat the Milk
“FOR MY BROTHER’S twenty-fourth birthday I bought him a little plastic horsey doll that came with a little plastic orange comb so you could little plastic orange comb its mane and tail and shiny coat, but before I could mail it to him my grandmother peeled the medicinal transdermal patch off her body and ate it. ... Book detail Read it now
“FOR MY BROTHER’S twenty-fourth birthday I bought him a little plastic horsey doll that came with a little plastic orange comb so you could little plastic orange comb its mane and tail and shiny coat, but before I could mail it to him my grandmother peeled the medicinal transdermal patch off her body and ate it. ... Book detail Read it now



