Steve Patterson has written over 50 plays, with works staged in Portland, Los Angeles, Chicago, Detroit, Austin, Tampa, and other U.S. cities as well as in Canada and New Zealand.
His works include: Waiting on Sean Flynn, Next of Kin, Farmhouse, Malaria, Shelter, Altered States of America, The Continuing Adventures of Mr. Grandamnus, Bluer Than Midnight, Bombardment, Dead of Winter, and Delusion of Darkness.
In 2006, his bittersweet Lost Wavelengths was a mainstage selection at Portland Center Stage's JAW/West festival, and, in 2008, won the Oregon Book Award (he also was an OBA finalist in 1992 and 2002). In 1997, he won the inaugural Portland Civic Theatre Guild Fellowship for his play Turquoise and Obsidian.
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It was rather interesting for me to read this article. Thanx for it. I like such themes and anything connected to this matter. I definitely want to read more soon.
November 19th, 2009 at 1:53 am
The guy in the video running? Yeah I feel like that watching this too. I think he is meant to be Uncle Bobs soul.
November 19th, 2009 at 6:58 am
It was rather interesting for me to read this article. Thanx for it. I like such themes and anything connected to this matter. I definitely want to read more soon.
November 19th, 2009 at 3:44 pm
Sometimes he's the thief, and sometimes he's the joker: it always seems to turn out that way.