Free Today and Friday only my Epic Comedy Scifi Adventure Novel 24th Century Dick on all Amazon, Ebook version.

Here is the link. Let me know if you like it!

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Maybe We Shouldn't Suntan as Much as that Dude. Comic by Dan Smallegange

 Comic written and drawn by Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2025, all rights reserved.

Change (Spoken Word Video by Daniel Smallegange)

This has been one of my most popular poems viewed on here. So I thought I would do a spoken word video of it for here and Tiktok. Add me on there if you like. Also, comment on here if you like these vids or like just reading my work better. Cheers, DS.

Second Chance Vaccine

You must give me some of that

Second chance vaccine

A prescription to

The one they are all

Talking about gossiping about

The one the others said

Ain't for no-bodies

Ain't for no-things

Ain't for ones

Like me

But

Give me some of that

Second chance elixir

Anyways

The one that makes it make you

Repeat the inevitable

Retreat from your verbiage so antagonistic

To my heart and general

Well-being

Makes you

Retread all my entreaties and

Excuses

Rewind this game

Though it always plays out the same

Give me some a little of your time

Some of that

A little piece of your mind

Some of that second chance potion

So you might get new notions

Or better yet old ones

And maybe take me back

But then again all these

Second chance vaccines may just be

Pipe dreams

But and regardless

If you could just gimme some

Some of that second chance vaccine

So I'll  build up maybe some

Resistance to you

And all the things you do

That would be in essence

A way to suppress your presence in my

Rushing thoughts and wayward heart

Some of that please

That second chance vaccine 

By Daniel Smallegange, all rights reserved, copyright 2025.

Photo of the author, early early 2000s.

The Inevitable Decline (Spoken Word by Daniel Smallegange)

Video made by Daniel Smallegange, all rights reserved copyright 2025.

Tell me if you like these vids or prefer just reading my words, in the comments section. Thanks.
 

My Book Arrived! The City: Tales From the Post-Post Apocalypse by Daniel Smallegange

 

14 Epic Sci-Fi Horror Dystopian Post-Apocalypse Short Stories by Daniel Smallegange available on Amazon, paperback and ebook. SEE LINK BELOW.

Amazon.com: The City: Tales From the Post-Post Apocalypse eBook : Smallegange, Daniel: Kindle Store

Myself During a Props Show n Tell with Legendary Director Guillermo del Toro and Another Legend, DOP Dan Laustsen, for the Feature Film Frankenstein

Myself talking canes with legendary director Guillermo del Toro during a Props Show n' Tell for the feature film Frankenstein, a movie I worked on for almost a year as Props Buyer. My other gig aside from writing is Props and Sets Dept in movies and TV shows, mainly as the Prop Buyer.

Down by the Shed Where all the Demons Head (spoken word by Daniel Smallegange)

 

Down by the Shed Where all the Demons Head by Daniel Smallegange

Spoken word by Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2025, all rights reserved.

Video of my fireplace, mantle and shelf by the author. 

Snail Bros Comic Written and Drawn by Dan Smallegange

Snail Bros Comic by Dan Smallegange, copyright 2020, all rights reserved.
 

The Inevitable Decline

The inevitable decline of

Hopes and dreams comes

Despite stubborn clinging as

The sands slip slowly 

one by two by three

The inevitable rise of peace and calm

Resulting from this

A fair trade one surmises

Granted from the vantage

Given as

Vigour declines wisdom arises

As the sands slip and drip

Slowly down

The inevitable decline of all things

Hourglass remorseless

As the sands slip and drip

Granted from the vantage of

Hind sight and one

Un young

By: Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2025, all rights reserved.

Billy and Cleo by the fire, my lovely cats.

Book Launch: Free Ebook of The City: Tales From the Post-Post Apocalypse by me, Daniel Smallegange Tues and Wed Only!

Hello all. If interested my completely re-written and re-released collection of post-apocalyptic short fiction is free this Tuesday (today) and Wednesday on all Amazons as an ebook. The new edition paperback is also available. See link below. Thanks. If anyone is interested in getting an email the next time it's free, please say so in the comments.

The City: Tales From the Post-Post Apocalypse by Daniel Smallegange

Amazon.com: The City: Tales From the Post-Post Apocalypse eBook : Smallegange, Daniel: Kindle Store

You Did That on Porpoise! Comic Written and Drawn by Dan Smallegange

 

Written and Drawn by Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2015, all rights reserved.

New Times

Got me some at least

Tryin' to grab a hold of at least

Some of these new times

Sky lines are prettier than

Better than the old times dark times

Better than nothing or at least

Some times

Gotta start somewhere

Can't start these new times without letting go of the

Old times bad times

Got to get me some much needed

Down time also

Keep down low from all those less prudent

Hopes and schemes

Fears and dreams

Keep my head down

Can't help but realize

Ain't got the low down

Downtown

New times give rise high rise

Sky lines

Prettier than

Gotta start somewhere

Not like the old times

Need me some distance from past crimes

Don't want to dwell on no bad times

Don't want to do no hard time

Either

For old crimes old times

Need me some direction to

Go an' find some

New times better times

Also commit some new crimes

Get me some at least

New times

But not like the old times

Not like them

Dark times

By Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2025, all rights reserved.

Polaroid of the author by Rachel Brennecke, Amsterdam, early 2000s.

First Fire of the Year. Happy Autumn from Toronto

 Lovely to have a glass of wine and sit by the fire and write. xoxo dan s.

Fish Comic by Dan Smallegange

 Written and drawn by Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2018, all rights reserved.

A Still of me from a Short Film, The Officer

Photo: by Blake Morrow, a still from a short film, The Officer, I co-wrote and starred in. Directed by Jonathan Stanton.
 

Down by the Shed (Where all the Demons Head)

 I want to

Greet you and meet you

Sweep you away

Take you down to the shed

Down to the old shed

Where all the demons head

Where they dance and plead victim

Where they drink and seek wisdom

And none know what's in store

Chastisement parked abandoned

Outside the door

Come here sweet mystery

And climb into my head

Let me take your arm

Down to that old shed

Where the merry are led

Where the demons head

To drink away their pain

And seldom do abstain

Down back near the old creek

Where it's dark and warm

Where all are safe from harm

I need to see you

By bonfire light

Sweep you away into the night

Take you down

Down to the old shed

Where all the demons head

And no one speaks of the dead

But of life, and where Bacchus rules

The dance is free of Christian loathing

Dancers soon bereft of clothing

Sweating and gyrating to the horns of Pan

Baby I need to

See you and press against you

Take you down the secret ways

Down to the shed

Where all the demons head

Libations for the duration

Leave your troubles at the door

Pound some drinks and hit the floor

Back down to the shed

Where the guilty have all fled

And innocence is all but dead

By Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2015, all rights reserved.

Cat, drawn by Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2010, all rights reserved.

Comments Requested of a Positive Nature from Human Beings and or any Literate Cats/Dogs/Hamsters or Aliens from Outer Space Plus Ebook release coming...

There's been a dramatic increase in traffic coming to my site these last few weeks. I am hoping that it's not all AI bots trying to steal my work? If you are human and enjoying my writings and/or dorky comics (or an alien from outer space, or literate cat or dog or hamster) I would love a comment below. Thanks so much in advance,

Daniel Smallegange.

PS: If you're an alien from outer space or literate animal of any kind just pretend you are human.

PSS: Also I am working this week on releasing my collection of short stories The City: Tales From the Post-Post Apocalypse as an Ebook and will be making it free as often as possible on Amazon.

Snail Comic, drawn and written by Daniel Smallegange

 copyright daniel smallegange 2012, all rights reserved.

My Epic Comedy Sci-fi Detective novel 24th Century Dick, free as ebook today (friday) and Saturday. Check it out.

 Like the title says. Free on all Amazon sites, ebook version. Paperback avail too. Read and be merry, if this pleases you.

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Flirting Lizards, Comic Drawn and Written by Dan Smallegange

 Drawn and Written By Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2025, all rights reserved.

Our Man Jack, by Daniel Smallegange (Poetic Fiction from my book The City: Tales of the Post-Post Apocalypse)

Spoken of with facetious proclivities is our man Jack. They’ve said he’s descended from lords and Czars or empirical mathematics.

“I am not all about the violence sordid, but the artistic destruction need be recorded.” 

So said our man Jack.

Our man Jack sat and brooded, as we danced and cavorted. What he wanted: change for the train, fare from the city. What he got: us speaking to him with facetious proclivity.

“Beware of atheists!” someone shouted. “And men driving large trucks.”

He sat and stared, our man Jack, as we linguistically danced, made poor attempts at romance, sat as if in a trance, but his smile grew and lingers, to this day it does malinger. But I do digress, we were such a mess, all full of festive glee, slight and amusing hypocrisy, for our man Jack, who’d been so hard done by, oh so hard done by. Listen man or woman, listen to the cry, the cries of all those been done hard by. They gnash their teeth in the streets of Kensington as all the whores go by, proffering their wares as we and Jack do sit by and by, laugh and stare at whores proffering their wares. And those gnashing pull out empty pockets and pull out their hair. We watch the whores and we do compare, some among us haggling for an honest fare.

We order a pitcher of sleep. We’ve all been running and have sunk too deep, are in too deep with bookies, mobs, those who keep the keys, to our residences, our hearts, and dreams so far so we are not allowed even to sleep.

Our man Jack, he sits now, now leans back, smiles that smile and whiles it all away. His brain is lost away and at play behind the curtains of his drooping eyes, which are lovely but for that stye in the eye of our hurricane of pleasant loud and laughing hearts, underpinning the sigh in the tremendous eye of our despair we hide so well unlike our man Jack who is now becoming involved in a well manifested attack. Oh Jack we love you when you bend your tender heart to well meaning and irrefutable attack. He is our man Jack and when it strikes him he bends all will and logic to his hand so that none may stand and makes his magnificent attack against us, all our fake bravery, false modesty and joking camaraderie. We lap it up and know the truth, we are the uncouth and we love it, we so love it.

But our man Jack he does relax when we grow him a whiskey tree. With one sip his solemnity does slip we do see and he just sits as out on the street one of our number does meet a sister of mercy ~ wearing fishnets. Violence and a slap in the face as the band does take its place.

“There are islands out there where humanity does fare, better than this city, it is so shitty sometimes here,” pipes in Ryana, chief bassist, his voice fair and clear for all and one to hear, which we do, but pretend not to.

“He got his hand caught in a rope, no rope-a-dope, but switch turn an’ vicious.”

“Blade in the back, shiv turn counter attack.”

Watch our man Jack, as he sips from his whiskey tree happy as a flag at half mast at some ceremony. And there I sat, enveloped in black, as the merry conversation overtook me, overwrought me, bent and shook me. Pretty parties sallied by, past me and our man Jack smiling against the grain, who somehow gives me strength, stops up the pain, and don’t wanna cry no more. No, don’t wanna cry no more. Ambulance wagon arrives for the one who was shived in the thigh. Not his back after all, still can hear his muted sob-cry. All the ruffians scatter as if it at all matters, an’ even our man Jack, he’s disappeared. ‘Tis then I get the fear. Eyes agog. See what’s next through a film of fog. Outside are the non-entities. Inside where all is silence. I am a malcontent, do feel maleficent.

Our man Jack shouting from the throng: “Cybele was there. She’s at the bar talking communist. She said to say you are the grist and chaff she sometimes gets caught in her teeth!”

That is when all mayhem broke loose. Blind-sided punch in the face to some hero’s disgrace. Once again, all mayhem broke loose. Our man Jack riding some hero on the back and smashing his pint on his skull. The whore that my friend had decided to order, shrieking such blasphemies, defending her order, scratching some punter a different face. Our man Jack he started to dance as bottles and knives are thrown and the first exhibition of the new show violence did make with its vehement kiss. Jack in such bliss, inflicting non-partisan violence with the flick of the wrist.

Away and escape my way of attack and of Jack the last I did see, waving his arms and eyes full of glee, diving head first and into the spree. His smile dear friends will never go away.

Our man Jack, spoken of with facetious proclivities. His smile grew and lingers, to this day it does malinger…

By Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2006, all rights reserved.

Picture of the author, circa 2006ish?

Often and with Abandon

She crossed and then uncrossed

Both her friends and her thighs

Each often and with abandon

The former I found

Less intriguing than the latter

Legs I'd need a ladder to climb

Legs I would consider

Worthy of almost any crime

Her friends now former

Decidedly unbothered and

Unimpressed with attempts at uncrossings

Both legs or otherwise

All those

Half hearted requests for forgiveness

Casual lies and false meekness

Just like the Rubicon once crossed

There can be no going back

Ask Caesar

Who also fell out with his friends in the end

So who can blame former friends

Certainly not I

Focused intently on

Legs I would need a ladder to climb

Which she crosses and uncrosses

So often and with abandon

By: Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2025, all rights reserved.

Some artwork on my wall, by Walter Klassen.

Cartoon Written and Drawn by Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2022, all rights reserved.

Written and drawn by Daniel Smallegange, all rights reserved, copyright 2022.

The Crux of the Matter

The crux of the matter

This is what we are after

She said and then

Levelled the gun

And then

Pointing the gun in my direction

Pointing the business end of said gun

In my direction

This causing consternation and

Stuttering as

The wrong end of barrels pointing, mainly gun barrels pointing

Disagrees with my proclivity to discourse freely

Or at least without pause or repetitive actions

IE stuttering

So stuttering occurred and then increased with

The cocking of said weapon's hammer

The crux you say, I boldly and firmly managed

Though bold nor firm could describe my mental state at the time

Always the crux, it's the centre of things really, I tried

Naturally, said she and pulled the trigger three times

If anything was repeated after this

I heard it not

But I do know, in hindsight

The crux of the matter was not gotten at

Unless it involved my death

Which then begs the point

Why ask about it in the first place?

By: Daniel Smallegange, all rights reserved, copyright 2025.

Photo by Blake Morrow, from a still of the author from the short film The Officer.

When One is Un Loved

When one is un loved

One must continue to

Love

Despite a lack of

Willing recipients

And even if only to love 

One's self

One must continue to love

And not the kind of self love you do

In private when no one's home

With one's laptop

Although that type of self love

Is not a bad thing

Either at any rate

Especially if you have decent internet

But when one is un loved

Try an'

Continue to love

Regardless

What I am talking about

Try to continue to love

Other's or even if only

One's self

What I am meaning to say

Or trying to at least

Anyways

Self love

One must continue to... 

By: Daniel Smallegange, all rights reserved 2025.

Photo of the author, in Toronto, Fall 2024.

Interview I did for Mind on Fire Books for my Novel 24th Century Dick

 Check it out, a cool review and interview piece on me for Mind on Fire Books.

Daniel Smallegange: A Journey Through Sci-Fi Noir - Mind on Fire Books

All this Damned Bluster

Complacency as a general rule

Is not what is

Required nor encouraged

However

All this bluster

Overacting over reaching and or

Bluster in general

Seals a fate faster or at least

Makes one unpopular

Makes those around you

Un mourn your passing

Or maybe even

Celebrate it

All this damned bluster you sputter

No way to be

Unsound in approach

Though terminology is opposite of

As you make more sounds

Which is unsound

Complaining about all things

Under the sun

Makes one

Climb under a rock

Or seek salvation in the arms of

Any other

Any other than you and

All this damned bluster you sputter

By Daniel Smallegange, all rights reserved 2025. Photo of the author by Cory Goodyear.

Cotton On

Cotton on

You are beginning to

Or so it seems

Grasp at things 

To the facts

To begin the long process of

Untrust

These allies and firm friends you speak of

Will sell you out faster than...

Can't you see?

Are you beginning to cotton on, as they say

Stick to knowledge an' truth

Like wet cotton

You're beginning to

The inevitable harshness

The light reveals

It hurts, it must

Being deceived by those pretenders

They ain't your friends

Cottoning on you are

Finally with finality

Attach to with understanding and grasp at

These dire events and what they signify

Raise your voice

And wield your weapon of choice

But break free and come away

Come back to us and finally

Cotton on

By: Daniel Smallegange, all rights reserved, 2025.

My epic comedy scfi novel free today and tomorrow as ebook on Amazon.

Hey everyone, my epic comedy scifi noir detective novel 24th Century Dick is free today (Sunday) and tomorrow on all Amazons in Ebook format. You can download amazon's free kindle ap to read it on Ipad or computer or phone or whatnot. Please leave a nice review if you like it. Paperback also available.

24th Century Dick : Smallegange, Daniel: Amazon.ca: Books

Howling at the Sun

Howling at the sun

Why are you?

Don't stare at it

Didn't your mother raise you right?

Your eyes will burn out

Why you howling anyways?

In this direction?

At a star of all things

This some sort of a

Triumphant thing?

Or the other way?

Your despair howls need work then

If not the former

And anyways and either ways

I prefer my triumphs Roman style

Don't you know?

With circuses and parades on wide avenues

Not with the howling

Solitary howling at the sun

Don't look don't stare

Will burn your eyes out

Didn't your mother teach you nothing?

Any ways

In this day and age

Howling at the sun

Somewhat unbecoming

Of one such as you

In celebration or despair

Regardless

By Daniel Smallegange, all rights reserved 2025.

Why Cat Marxism was Doomed to Fail. Comic made by Daniel Smallegange

 

Comic made by Dan Smallegange, copyright 2016 all rights reserved.

Give Me Some of That Love

Come on and please

With permission, salutation

Gimme some of that love

Love you got all holed up inside

Ain't gonna beg now

Trying not to

But I want to

Got this need see

Need to see you

Touch you

Won't you listen like you used to?

I Remember it like...

I can taste it just like...

Old times

But then I realize

I bit my lip through an'

That's blood not love

Nothing to do with you

Oozing on my tongue

Reminiscent though

All I can think on though

Through this dirt and pain

Grime and strain

Memories of you

So, greetings and salutations then

With permissions please gimme some

Some of that love to hold

Some of what you got all

Holed up inside

Your heart entrance boarded so goddamn tight

Makes me do things

These whisperings

Disagreeable

Ain't gonna beg though

Ripped apart for want of love

Want to taste it

Like the blood on my tongue

The love you hoard

It makes me do things

Disagreeable

Don't scoff

Don't walk away

Come on and please

Give me some

By: Daniel Smallegange, 2025, all rights reserved.

From the Old Record Player

Sitting down and sucking in sounds

The classical piano moves

Coming on out

Coming on out

From the record player

Vintage old 70s record player

Lean back and sucking in sounds

While outside the snow falls

While outside the history creeps

And time takes a stroll

Relentless time

Taking its toll

On everyone

Even I

Sitting down and sucking in sounds

The classical Bach piano sounds

Coming on out sublime

From the old record player

My vintage old 70s record player

I salvaged from the street

Back a ways

Back in my Annex days

In Toronto town

By: Daniel Smallegange 2025, all rights reserved.

Pretty Cool that a Prop I Bought for It: Chapter Two was put with Pennywise Action Figure

 

The bottom pic is the original prop I got the move It: Chapter 2. I worked on this movie as Prop Buyer, and it was really fun.

Myself, Daniel Smallegange, photo taken in NYC, 2003.

 

Framed this today. My friend and I, Greg Carson, took a trip to New York City, in 2003, where he took some pics of me using my camera. The bottom one is of a stranger I took, which gave me the idea of posing. #photography #nyc #newyork #nofilter