"Despite the heat simmering beneath the surface, the outside layer was cold against his hands as he clambered up the mound. His feet slipped, but he dug his fingertips into the earth, clawing his way to the top. He collapsed on..." Click here to read more.
-Maine Literary Award Short Fiction Winner, 2024
-Maine Literary Award Short Fiction Winner, 2024
"We didn't talk. There weren't words yet for what he was going through. It had been less than a week--the ambulance, the emergency room, the helicopter airlift to a bigger hospital. His wife was still on life support. Doctors weren't sure..." Click here to read more.
-Alive to This: Essays on Living Fully (Littoral Books), 2024
-Alive to This: Essays on Living Fully (Littoral Books), 2024
"Parker is selling guns again, and I told him if he started dealing guns one more time out the back of his truck--rifles, shotguns, .22s, lame-ass glocks that misfire and nearly blow off your hand, all with the serial numbers scratched..." Click here to read more.
-Rustica Journal, 2025
-Rustica Journal, 2025
“Today I met an Italian kid who had never seen snow. / He was sixteen or seventeen, this kid, / and the look on his face, it was: bliss…” Click here to read more.
- Deep Water Poetry Series: Portland Press Herald, 2022
- Deep Water Poetry Series: Portland Press Herald, 2022
“We climbed over the rusted bones of automobiles long dead. Fords. Lincolns. Cadillacs. American cars because that’s what my grandfather trafficked in. Still believing, as so many did…” Click here to read more.
- 805 Lit + Art, 2023
- 805 Lit + Art, 2023
“My earliest memories of home are from the trailer park in northern Vermont where we lived until I was 5. These are hazy recollections: green carpet, ratty brown couch…” Click here to read more.
- Decor Maine, 2020
- Decor Maine, 2020
Regular publications covering beer and spirits in Maine Magazine. Click here to read more.
- Maine Magazine, Contributing writer 2020-2022
- Maine Magazine, Contributing writer 2020-2022
"How We Hunger is a concept album written by Dave Patterson, telling the story of two characters embracing desire in a dying mill town. The love they make is consuming and the price they pay is steep. It's cinema on a country landscape moving from the murder ballad..." Click here to listen.
“When my face presses into the parking lot asphalt the chanting begins. It starts as a few hushed voices, then builds quickly, like brushfire, to a chorus of over a hundred…” Click here to read more.
— Portland Press Herald, 2020
— Portland Press Herald, 2020
“When I was a kid, my family suffered two tragedies that planted us firmly in America’s lower middle class: my father lost his job…” Click here to read more.
— Salon, 2019
— Salon, 2019
“On Sunday nights I get brutally sad. Forlorn might be a more precise word for what I feel when my wife and I finally get the kids to bed…” Click here to read more.
— Literary Mama, 2018
— Literary Mama, 2018
Published over 200 articles on local beer, spirits, and food in the Portland Press Herald, MaineToday, and The Maine Sunday Telegram. Click here to read more.
— Portland Press Herald, 2014-2018
— Portland Press Herald, 2014-2018
“The first time MJ sees the plane he’s gone. Runs a straight shot away from me to the field where the trail opens up. Scares the shit out of me, because the only time…” Click here to read more.
— Slice Literary Magazine, 2015
— Slice Literary Magazine, 2015
“The front door of the bar swung open and a gust of snow blew into the room. Someone yelled, ‘Shut the damn door!’ The guy who walked in used both arms to latch the door…” Click here to read more.
— Blinders Literary Journal, 2015
— Blinders Literary Journal, 2015
“My mother catches me playing with our dead dog when I’m eight. The dog is a mutt. Part Lab, part collie, part everything. She’s black with tufts of white hair on her underbelly and her nose. She’s older…” Click here to read more.
— The Apple Valley Review, 2014
— The Apple Valley Review, 2014
“When the rooster was close, Ira stepped forward and again kicked Stalin, this time launching the rooster out of the coop. It ran to the chain-link fence at the edge of the yard and pecked at the ground…” Click here to read more.
— Clare Literary Journal, 2014
— Clare Literary Journal, 2014
“She lit a cigarette at the table and smoked a few drags, then ran to the bathroom to be sick. I sat high in the tree in the backyard. Through the bathroom window, I saw her shaking over the toilet. In the kitchen, Silas picked up…” Click here to read more.
— Storyacious, 2014
— Storyacious, 2014
“The photographs start showing up three months after you disappear. Each envelope contains a stack of thirty-six obscure photos, an entire roll of film. Blurry semi trucks on the highway. An oak leaf floating…” Click here to read more.
— Hot Metal Bridge, 2013
— Hot Metal Bridge, 2013
“My mother bought me the video camera hoping I would produce some of the screenplays I wrote in middle school, but its main use was to shoot Jacob, Ethan, and me fighting in Jacob’s basement. His mother…” Click here to read more.
— Onion River Review, 2013
— Onion River Review, 2013
“At fifteen I lunged into the world head first, eyes open. Call it coming of age. Call it whatever you’d like. I was alive in a new way. I tried girls, weed, beer, cliff jumping, getting lost in the woods, staying…” Click here to listen to the entire segment.
— Drunken Odyssey Podcast, 2013
— Drunken Odyssey Podcast, 2013
