Matthew Thomas Meade


Depressed yet functional. Old yet immature.  Fiction about carburetors, spearmint gum, and sex.   


Matthew Meade


Matt Meade has previously delivered newspapers, worked in a library, planted trees, and served coffee for a living, but he doesn't do any of those things anymore. His fiction has appeared in The Sun Magazine, The Rag, Maudlin House, and elsewhere. Things he has written about music are currently available at and will soon be available at 





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