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
The Writings of Daniel Car Crash. Poetry, fiction, comedy. Copyright Daniel Smallegange.
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
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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