Timothy F. H. Doucette
Timothy F. H. Doucette, is an unpublished writer, performance art poet, actor and musician.
A son of a preacher, raised in a Christian household. After his family were excommunicated from a local church, his war with God and private agenda to find his true destiny began.
Timothy dropped out of high school and began a nomadic journey across Canada.
Throughout his teen years of bouncing back and forth from Toronto to Victoria, he would spend many sleepless nights on park benches or roaming the surrounding forests, saved only by a poets lament and a striving towards a dream.
Timothy has bent over backwards in the game of artistic recognition, from one coffee house recital to the next, from one rock 'n roll project to the next, from one bottle and pill to the next only to find lasting peace in a personal revelation of God and a spirituality crafted by his own method.
He has been married for 12 years and is the proud father of
2 boys, four and one.
He spent 7 years in his wife's country, Slovakia, employed as an ESL lector.
Timothy and his family reside in Canada. He works as a Security Guard in a high-end condominium in downtown Toronto.
Timothy has written a book of his memoirs called Ghost Agenda and is currently working on a thriller, entitled; Confessions of a Concierge. He continues his performance art theatrical works in Toronto and his music can be heard on a variety if Internet web sites.
Most recently he is undergoing the tedious process of finding a literary agent to represent him as an author.
"Long live the intimacy of the lonely yet golden occupation of the written word."
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by Timothy F. H. Doucette
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Published on February 24, 2012. Nonfiction.
I was a young man leaving boyhood behind, 14 years old and already bitter. A son of a preacher, a family excommunicated from a local church...I wanted revenge,yet I became my worst victim. I began a war with the world as my hatred towards a God I thought I knew deepened and my mistrust of everything around me grew more and more sinister.
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