Matthew A. Davis
Operations · Corporate Development · Design & Communications · Independent R&D
Clinical & Industry Writing
Bylined work for WoundSource, an independent wound care trade publication, and sole author of the Shared Health Services clinical blog — nearly 70 published posts spanning policy analysis, clinical strategy, reimbursement guidance and compliance documentation, for an audience running from hospital executives to bedside staff. MarCom Platinum and Gold, 2025.
Written for a clinical readership outside my own organization, published under an independent editorial masthead.
Staff Newsletter · 2020 — Present
This started in 2020. COVID had arrived, people were struggling, and the answer was a weekly newsletter — a letter, a story, a piece of history, whatever the week needed — written, designed and sent out to keep heads above water. It ran that way for four years before the rest of the corporate team came in to share the load. The ten below are what the writing became.
They are not about wound care. They are about a fourteen-year-old in Idaho who looked at a plowed field and worked out television, a diner that got the coffee order wrong on purpose for three months, and a surgeon at Borodino who realized the order you treat people in is the one variable on that field you actually control.
Five of these were written without a title. Those are listed by their opening line, which is how they begin.
Friday. 6:40 PM. The field behind the middle school.
A Friday night, a middle-school field, cold air finally arriving — and what happens when you notice you let go of the wheel.
Acrid black powder. Iron-thick. Deafening.
Borodino, 1812. Two hundred amputations in twenty-four hours by one man's hands — and the one variable on that field he could still change.
A dawn commute, a paper jam, no chicken nuggets, and a patient coming apart inside the chamber — and the gap between your first thought and your second one.
Two hundred fifty years of work done by people whose names nobody wrote down, and the floor they left us standing on.
Michael Nesmith, dismissed as manufactured, quietly inventing the thing that would become the music video.
A sitar playing its lowest note.
Ray Dolby and the hiss underneath everything — and why you couldn't remove the noise without removing the art.
There's a version of kindness that announces itself.
A diner in California gets the coffee order wrong every single morning for three months. On purpose.
British Airways 009, thirty-seven thousand feet over Java, every engine gone, and a captain who refused to let fear take the controls.
A fourteen-year-old in Rigby, Idaho, looks at the plowed rows of his father's potato field and sees how to transmit light.
What Problem Would You Refuse to Walk Away From?
Seven people who hit a wall and refused to stop — a jet built in a circus tent, an adapter made of duct tape, a calendar fixed by Caesar.