The Wreckage is a long form rhythmic piece that was inspired by having to salvage what we deem precious from the twisted metal of the tragedies we endure. There's still a lot of treasure we can raise from what we consider the sunken ruins of our experience.
Poem of the Month
For the sons and daughters who are missing their moms as much as I am I can only say how lucky we are to experience the depth of love each time we think of them. To honour that there is a bonus poem this month. I recently performed this collaboration with my friend Dan Mangan. A shared piece called Move Pen Move / Tragic Turn Of Events. If you
For the sons and daughters who are missing their moms as much as I am I can only say how lucky we are to experience the depth of love each time we think of them. To honour that there is a bonus poem this month. I recently performed this collaboration with my friend Dan Mangan. A shared piece called Move Pen Move / Tragic Turn Of Events. If you haven’t had a chance to check out Dan’s music before I highly recommend doing so. He’s easily one of my favourite song writers in addition to being a great friend and all around fantastic human being. This version was recorded live at The Dream Cafe during one of his shows last week.
I felt like sharing something for Valentines Day. I think sometimes the hardest person to love is yourself so I wrote something about doing that. The piece is based on something I wrote when I was in school. I've definitely had to rewrite the original poem as it was embarrassingly angst, but there was a line that stood out. Those who've watched
I felt like sharing something for Valentines Day. I think sometimes the hardest person to love is yourself so I wrote something about doing that. The piece is based on something I wrote when I was in school. I've definitely had to rewrite the original poem as it was embarrassingly angst, but there was a line that stood out. Those who've watched my TED talk are likely familiar with the words "I will love myself despite the ease with which I lean toward the opposite."
I think Valentines can get us feeling down if we're going solo, but too often we put greater pressure on ourselves by thinking we can't be whole or complete by ourselves. For your consideration I offer this reflection called Lean Toward the Opposite. It's a longer piece than a lot of my recent ones.
As always your support is deeply appreciated. Thanks for caring about me ❤️ Wishing you all a delicious day bursting with a grand affection that ebbs back and forth between you and the ones you love.
Big squishy love to you and yours, Shane
I thought I’d share three pieces from the “Where There’s Smoke” collection. There are currently quite a few more as it seems the whole world is on fire but these ones have the most gravity for me at the moment.
Catch And Release (for the Okanagan)
From the “Where There’s Smoke” collection.
True North (for Yellowknife)
From the “Where There’s Smoke” collection.
Fire Sale (for Maui)
Poem of the month this time around was written perhaps during one of the darkest moments of my time in isolation. There was brief period when I realized I was talking to myself. I had been so cut off from social interaction that my mind started filling in the blanks of conversations I was having with myself. This was born the poem “Said The Mirror
Poem of the month this time around was written perhaps during one of the darkest moments of my time in isolation. There was brief period when I realized I was talking to myself. I had been so cut off from social interaction that my mind started filling in the blanks of conversations I was having with myself. This was born the poem “Said The Mirror To The Face”
The poem Worthless Fortune was in part inspired by our changing world. A lot of us don’t carry money anymore. Our lives have been relegated to little pieces of plastic. I’m not sure about you but I always try to keep a bit on hand because even in my small town homelessness is still an issue and I can’t exactly send them an e-transfer or a PayPal.
Poem of the month I wrote just the other night. I was watching a story on the news about the possible general strike in Ontario as the governing body tried to envoys the notwithstanding clause which grants them the power to legislate people back to work and circumvents the peoples right to strike. So I scribbled down this months poem “Withstanding
Poem of the month I wrote just the other night. I was watching a story on the news about the possible general strike in Ontario as the governing body tried to envoys the notwithstanding clause which grants them the power to legislate people back to work and circumvents the peoples right to strike. So I scribbled down this months poem “Withstanding”.
Odds Are is a piece that deals with how we reconcile hope in a dark time. The last two years have been dark indeed and there are some vitamins that are necessary for our mental health.