Douglas Colthurst
Born in rural Illinois, graduated from a high school with total enrollment of one hundred seventy-five students. Attended the University of Illinois, majoring in Biology. Received a liberal arts degree. Went on to the University of Illinois Dental College and graduated with a Doctorate of Dental Surgery degree in 1981. Six months as the dentist for Pontiac Maximum Security Prison, Pontiac, Illinois. I have started a book on this time, entitled " The Walk ". Private practice of Dentistry, twenty-nine years, in a small community in northern Illinois. My writing started about seven years ago. I always wanted to explore the other side of my brain, but my sound, midwestern values coerced my efforts toward a paycheck for some time. Why poetry? Well, it just started somehow. Emotional stress does tend to bring out the best in writers, doesn't it? And also maybe for musicians, artists, and perhaps all human expression. "A Christmas Reflection" was written for our family Christmas dinner in 2004.
Articles:
Poem: I Met A Man
I stopped to meet a man today surrounded by his walker. He needed a little more space to stay a stable pace without a falter. ‘Twas to my pride but mostly luck, that I this time did not deny his slow and gnarled like gait through said passage that was mine to take. He had a little hat upon his head. Neatly folded and serenely molded. Cloth it seemed, instead of new, with sideways, tilted, falling off of head. In fact it seemed a shape to me faintly reminiscent of the sea. A simple shape, to be sure. As all […]
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Poem: A Christmas Reflection
Is this day of joy to be while standing ‘fore my Christmas tree the holidays are filled with grief for many more than my time’s brief but they lend space to introspect contemplate what’s to be set and what’s to change despite one’s fret take, step down from merry-go-round produce a little smile for me malice gone from thy brow only to return anow but not for now, no not for now a respite to be for all to see God forbid its peace to stay yea, longer than these few days of joy and peace for man’s long plight […]
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A Poem for Elizabeth Edwards, and a Friend
A lovely young lady of around forty some odd years, who works for me, just found out she has breast cancer. So she troops up and schedules surgery. Then finds out it has metastasized. To her lungs. No surgery. Prepare for chemo, which she does. Then she finds out it has metastasized to her brain. I am not capable of being the person she is. This is for her. And now we’ve lost Elizabeth Edwards. A brave and endearing soul. Like No Other by victortouche Place a key into the lock upon the door and turn the knob. Let’s see, […]
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