Thomas DoochinThe Conquest is Over; We’ve Returned to the BodyFall ‘22 — a III part poemNov 10, 2022Nov 10, 2022
Thomas DoochinThe Debt We Don’t Know We Owe to Those to ComeAugust 6th, My Journal, HomeAug 16, 2022Aug 16, 2022
Thomas DoochinA letter to my Mema in her passingSpoken at Joyce Evelyn Locklear’s Memorial ServiceJun 28, 2022Jun 28, 2022
Thomas DoochinThe System Doesn’t Want Us to Be WellApril 4, Airplane Home, My JournalJun 17, 2022Jun 17, 2022
Thomas DoochinIt was always going to be this wayJanuary 16th, Home on a Snowy Day, My JournalFeb 9, 2022Feb 9, 2022
Thomas DoochinThe Road back to MyselfAugust 6th, Arenal Volcano, Costa Rica, My JournalSep 4, 2021Sep 4, 2021
Thomas DoochinA letter to these Appalachian MountainsJuly 22nd, Black Mountain, My JournalJul 24, 2021Jul 24, 2021
Thomas DoochinShares from a Soft and Wild Summer: The Great Game of Remembering (a poem)July 15th, Black Mountain, My JournalJul 19, 2021Jul 19, 2021
Thomas DoochinShares from a Spring’s Emergence: The Butterfly as my TeacherApril 19th, Naranjal, Costa Rica, My JournalMay 29, 2021May 29, 2021
Thomas DoochinShares from a Spring’s Emergence: It doesn’t have to be this wayApril 4, Black Mountain, My JournalMay 1, 2021May 1, 2021
