I wanted to share something I wrote for others in my life who have faced loss. I have friends who’ve lost much more than I will ever know, or endure. I’m talking about losing a child. Whether through accident or illness I’ve seen first hand how shattering this can be. I think we live in a world where our empathy is beginning to slip away. We have a hard time putting ourselves in one another’s shoes because it forces us to exist in consideration of others over ourselves. I wanted to write something that empathizes not only with the parent, but with the children who face having to say goodbye to their parents as well. This months poem is called Haloes In The Trash.

I’ve had a difficult year dealing with loss, and some of the people closest to me have suffered for it. I was hurt and didn’t want to lash out at people dear to me. So I did what was probably the exact opposite of what I should have been doing. I pushed people away when I needed them most. In a way I thought I was protecting them from anger that didn’t belong to them, but it turns out that silence and distance can hurt just as much as anything you’re worried you might say. This months poem is titled Stethoscope.

May is going to be a tough one. May 2nd marks one year since my grandmother has passed. Without question this has been the most difficult year in my life. It’s been a challenge to find sure footing through the tumult of depression. My grandmother has been the person in my life who was always able to set my compass to true. I’ve felt pretty lost this last year so I’ll be talking about the ups and downs we all encounter as we go through the stages of grief. May 22nd is my birthday and it’ll be the first one I have to have without her.

When I think about it it’s probably why I scheduled the tour and book release at this time… something to keep me busy as I work through it. Luckily I’ll have a stage to help carry me over the finish line. As I said I’ll be hitting up Ashland, Eugene, and Portland before doing 2 nights in Seattle at The Triple Door. After that it’s on to The Vogue in Vancouver for May 24th. I can think of no better place to put a period on the end of this very long chapter of my life. I’m not suggesting that grief is done with me, but I think we look to time as a measuring stick… it shows us that there’s distance between us and our pain, and that we’ve taken steps toward something new. I’m not sure what that is yet, and I’m not sure the ache of loss is something we’re ever meant to leave behind entirely, but this month I’ll leave a piece I wrote reflecting on it. The poem of the month is called Year One.

VIDEO: https://youtu.be/ZXcnZ2VgksU

A little bonus for you this month as there’s an accompanying video. Not long ago I was asked by BC housing to write a piece that addresses the crisis we’re facing. I didn’t just want to write a piece that talks about why being homeless is difficult, but to address some of the reasons why we’ve arrived where we are. When people think of the homeless many of them believe that drugs and addiction are the only reason they end up without a place to live, but there are many reasons a person can lose their home. Somewhere along the way the world started to see housing as an investment opportunity rather than a fundamental human right. Now we have homes that sit empty while the population of people with nowhere to go continues to rise. A few months ago I was doing a residency and a workshop in Vancouver at HCMA, as part of it I did a small Q and A along with a reading of this poem. Mark Busse and Inder Nirwan took the lead on putting this video together and I hope you’ll find space to share it with people. It’s a personal subject for me. I was lucky. I found community in Vancouver early on, and when I found myself struggling to make ends meet I had that safety net there to catch me. This is not to say I haven't spent more than a few scattered nights trying to wait out the dark inside of a 24 hour restaurant, or thinking if I could just hold myself a little tighter the cold wouldn't be so bad. It doesn't take more than a few days on the street to reach a tipping point in your mental health. When homelessness becomes a reality for someone, and when that reality really sinks in... it can feel as final as a coffin nail. It can wipe away hope from the blackboard, and it can whisper surrender to our fight so often that it can feel like giving up was our idea all along. As housing becomes a more prevalent issue for all let's remember that compassion is a better cure than indifference.

It’s a big one this month, and it’s personal. This one is titled “Origin” and you might be able to guess what it’s about. I spent the past few years reconnecting with my Dad, who’ve I’ve not seen since I was 11. Three decades is a long time to go with silence trapped between anyone. As a kid I always felt anger toward my father for never being there, and for not trying to reach out over the years. What I learned about forgiveness is that the people who deserve it most are usually the same people who feel they don’t deserve it at all. I spent a long time carrying around that anger… I was so wrapped up in my own hurt that I forgot about the pain he must have carried all this way. In discovering my own origin I was able to ask him about his, and there was so much I didn’t know because it was more convenient for me to hold onto those hurt feelings. I think when we’re hurt our tendency is to nurture the wound… it helps to justify our feelings about it… it gives us permission to hate. My Dad answered my questions with honesty and courage; I’m only sorry I waited so long to ask them. The title of the book (The Basement In My Attic) comes from a line in this poem (Origin) that I had to edit out. I wasn’t happy with how it fit into the piece, but thought it was a fitting title for a collection of feelings. Both the ones that somehow became antiques I’ve had trouble letting go of, and the ones that became treasures I found anew after wiping away the dust.

This months poem is titled “Ephemera”. I thought it was fitting given the nature of what I’ve been going through. Sometimes there’s a small comfort in knowing that nothing is forever. The seasons remind us of this all the time, but we seldom reflect on the truths nature is always offering. I wrote this piece while working with my friend Dave Mai on his ice climbing documentary of the same name… you can check out the trailer for it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRJ056h22Rk

What I discovered through 2018 is that some goodbyes are necessary. Loss has a way of sharpening the parts of our lives that were once out of focus. When we finally start to see the patterns in the way some people treat us it can be like spotting the scratch in the paint, or the chip in the coffee mug. There’s no way to keep pretending that everything is okay… that the jagged smiles don’t cut.

Sometimes walking away is the best choice you can make for yourself, but that’s not to say it won’t hurt. Pain is the cost of loving anyone. I think maybe that’s the last compliment you can pay someone who hurts you… to let them know that it hurts because you loved them. Sometimes you have to walk away just to let them know that your heart is not a joke you’re giving them permission to keep laughing at.

This month’s poem is called After Math.

The holidays are the toughest time of year for a lot of people. I don’t make myself an exception to that rule. This will be my first holiday season alone. I can already feel the dread of it creeping in… like one of those spiders that takes up squatters rights in your home when autumn hits. Around this time of year my grandmother and I would usually just spend quiet days together. We’d watch whatever we could find on TV that wouldn’t remind us the world outside was still unraveling.

I don’t think there’s much more I can say about my mindset at this moment. I’m doing my best to look forward to the coming year. To see it through an optimistic lens that may grant some small measure of clarity.

Oh my goodness… what a bummer this letter is turning out to be. Sorry. As I said… I’m not immune to the heaviness this time of year offers. So let’s get on with some of the good news. I’ll be hitting the road in January ( I know right!?! Why are you touring at such wretched time of year, Shane? Because… I got shit I need to say).

So what’s on deck for poem of the month, Shane? Well, I thought about doing something festive, but I’m just not there. So I thought I’d offer up something about the disguises we wear. I’m not talking about Halloween costumes, but rather the way we change who we are to fit the needs of others. We take it upon ourselves to become an advertisement for who people want us to be. It can take a long time to walk away from that self imposed prison, but sometimes it’s exactly what we need to do when we finally realize we have to fight for who we really are. This month’s piece is called The Costume Party

I wish you all a safe, and happy, holiday season. Many blessings in whatever you celebrate or don’t. Remember to be compassionate with yourself through any difficult days ahead, and I hope to see you in the new year. Thank you all for your continued support.

September will be an interesting test drive. I'm simultaneously looking forward to leaving the house, and dreading what kind of state I'll be in performance wise. There is still so much to unpack, and the emotional weight doesn't seem to relent. The tour is small and will keep me in BC which is where I need to be right now. I guess I'm mostly just hoping that this working excursion will answer some questions for me. No matter what choices are made it's important to let everyone know how loved and supported I've felt through this process. Thank you all for your continued encouragement and hope. There are days that feel bearable and there are days that don't. Either way, it's a tremendous help to have so many people behind me wanting me to pull through all of this.

It's clear that I have some big choices ahead of me. Lately, I've put a lot of that on hold as I try to get a better grasp on my life. I haven't felt like I've been in the best frame of mind to be making choices, but the world doesn't give us much of a chance to catch our breath, and recently I've felt winded by a reality that's as solid as the ground it's thrown me down on. I guess I wanted to write about choices... so this all started on a napkin and snowballed into this piece. The working title is Every Day, but that may change. Just wanted to share this with people as I know many of you are staring down paths of your own. We can be pretty flippant about decision making when we're already drowning in the stresses of our everyday lives... we reach out for anything that keeps us afloat, but they're usually temporary things... nothing we can anchor ourselves to, or build a foundation from. At some point it starts to feel like anything that resembles dry land is what we should be swimming toward... sometimes we swim for what's closest... other times we kick toward a horizon. Whatever we choose becomes our inheritance. Sometimes we see that as consequence and sometimes we see it as reward, but either way, none of it is coincidence... your whole life is a result of your choices. I've been feeling that a lot lately so here is this months offering. Tour dates, as always, are listed below. If you can make it out, come say hi.

In gratitude, Shane

I have had an extraordinarily difficult time sitting down to write. In May, as I set out to film a small series in Penticton, my Grandmother’s health rapidly diminished and I lost her only days before we started filming. Not knowing how to cope with the grief I continued on with the project. I knew that isolation would be the wrong path for me at that time. I spent long nights working with a talented crew and muddled my way through as best as I could. After wrapping the project everyone went home to their lives, and my world became a vacuum. I continued working on music for the project, but began to withdraw from social activity. As my circle became smaller and smaller I began to feel the gravity of my despair pull me closer to dangerous behaviour.

I have made a conscious choice to return to anti depression medication as I’m not able to navigate my life in any meaningful way without the stability they provide. I’m grateful for your letters of support, but at the moment I feel they aren’t able to penetrate the shell I’ve built around myself. The world does not put itself on pause for anyone’s pain, and continues to turn regardless of how much you want it to stop. I have found no comfort since all of this has come to pass, and whatever moments of solace I can find are only a brief reprieve from my reality. The minutia of day to day things mark the passage of time, but fail to dull any of the sharpness of what I’m feeling. I don’t know what to do with myself at this time, but know also that I’m not allowed to shelter myself from the world at large. Bills still need to be paid, the garbage still needs to be taken out, her room still needs to be cleaned. All of it feels heavy with meaninglessness, but collectors don’t relent… their condolences ring hollow when they follow them by asking when they can expect payment. I supported us both with writing and touring, and though I feel little motivation to do either right now I know that I have to keep living. I’ve spent my life working out the chaos of my heart on stage for others, so I don’t really know what else to do. Part of me hopes that the stage and an audience will bring some clarity. In September I’ll do a small BC tour… this was in the books before the world fell apart, and will keep me in BC while I make some decisions. I’ve cancelled a lot of other upcoming shows so I can focus on putting a life together. I don’t know where I’ll go, where I’ll live, or what I’ll do, but I can’t stay in a haunted house much longer. I’m sorry this isn’t a happier message. All of this has happened at a time when the world feels much darker… at a time when hope is needed with greater urgency. I’m just lost right now and trying to stay alive. Good spirits seem distant, but so does everything if you aren’t putting one foot in front of the other to move toward it. You can support me at shows which are listed below, Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/shanekoyczan), or through the store. I’m posting a piece called “First Time Again” which is the one thing I’ve been able to pull out of myself during this process. Any support is welcome and appreciated. Shane