Admissions, Hell, 2nd Floor. Comic by Dan Smallegange

 Admissions, Hell, 2nd Floor. Comic Written and Drawn by Dan Smallegange, copyright, all rigths reserved 2026.

That time I went to Glastonbury

 

Did a little framing today. Some memories should not remain in a drawer. From #Glastonbury Music Festival 2002. Pics of your humble author poet Daniel Smallegange.

The Forlorn and Forsook

We are the forlorn and the forsook

Be forewarned

And pause

Look down on us and brace

State your intent and cause

And if you are within or without

The law

This may well predict our

Response and/or any movement

Either for or against

Be forewarned however

And stay your remarks be they

Kind or callous

Filled with good intent or malice

Stay your raised hand also

We have no need of handouts

Nor salutations

But silence as to our local predicament is

Appreciated

And may move you forward

As opposed to wayward

We the forsook and forlorn

Smile savagely

Grin ironically

We demand nothing but

Your undivided attention

Give us your span

Your faux heartfelt elan

So we might yet

Outlast the remainders

Those for and against us

Stay your advance but sit

Shed no tears

For the forlorn and forsook

By Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2026, all rights reserved.

Photo of the author in his backyard, May 15, 2026.

Bring What You Can Take and What You Need

I am a work of fiction

I am a work of fiction

Cleverly cultivated lies

Dancing on the spikes

Of those awaiting 

Crucifixion

Crucifixion

They don't like my choice of diction

But they are not keen on conversation

Those awaiting crucifixion

So

Bring what you can take and what you need

Bring what you can take and what you need

Come to me with speed

Come to me with speed

Bring what you can take and what you need what you need

The hammerers neither

But I am slyer

And catch the next bus

To Chicago

To Chicago

Where I will go to

Be myself

Sit and muse

Parlay with whores

Parlay with whores

As they seep me of my stores

In turn for advice

On what I should do

About the stye 

In my

Mentally prepared

Subconsciousness

Subconsciousness

You are not conscious but

You are not conscious but

Bring what you can take and what you need

Bring what you can take and what you need

Come to me with speed

Come to me with speed

Bring what you can take and what you need what you need

Despite the weather

My dirty laundry we will wash

Bring what you can take and what you need

Come to me with speed

As I wash away fictions

Predilections

So cleverly cultivated

Though they be

I will take pictures of our feet

No holes from nails here

And we will greet

Crocodiles and check their teeth

For bones and keys long lost

Their pedigree also

Feast on juniper trees

Building new fictions treasures and lies

Together

Together

Waltzing through streets

Through Cairo streets

Building new fictions and lies

Together

Together

Written by Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2002, all rights reserved.

Photo of the author early 2000s.

I just love fresh seafood. Comic by Dan Smallegange

 Copyright 2018 Daniel Smallegange. Written and drawn by Dan Smallegange

Like When They Only Give One Treat? Comic by Daniel Smallegange

 Comic written and drawn by Dan Smallegange, all rights reserved, copyright 2022.

I am very Proud to have worked on a show, as Props Buyer, which won an Oscar for Best Production Design. Congrats to Frankenstein!

Hurray, I can now scratch off my career list: Work for a show which wins an Oscar for Best Production Design (which Props Dept falls under). Congrats for Frankenstein Oscars to Tamara Deverell and Shane Vieau. Also, Kate Hawley, who won for best costumes, Cliona Furey. Mike Micky Hill, and Jordan Samuel for hair and makeup. Yay. Here are some pics of props and things I was involved with and thought were cool. I personally ripped up and aged the flags and got all the weapons and horse gear for the battle field scene, which was one of my faves. And getting the books was another passion project as I love antiques and books and so does the director. #frankenstein #Oscars #GuillermoDelToro

I ripped and aged the flags, got the weapons, worked on canons and horses and gear.

I did the human organs in the jars.

The dead soldiers fell under props, along with gear and weapons like swords and guns.

My van on a typical day, haha.

Books were one of my favourite props to get as I love old books and so did Guillermo. These the Creature peruses and were on the shelf in the cabin scene.

Myself talking Canes with legendary Guillermo del Toro.

There is a Fine Layer of Dust, by Daniel Smallegange.

There is a fine layer of dust

Covering you almost entirely you

Fine layers and fine print

A fine mess

And look at you looking

With those wet eyes so big

Shake yourself rise up rise up

At least enough to

Shake off some of the gathered detritus

This debris there's bits of plaster too

Coating you, fallen down

From this house once great you built

Now slowly crumbling

A fine mess indeed and murky viewings

Prospects seen

Through windows smeared

But what was once glorious

That is where your head lies now

Behind

And look at you looking

With those big wet liquid eyes

Rise up rise up

Shake off this dust and gathering mold

At least at least

Before you settle once more

To view the past

And reminisce

By Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2026, all rights reserved.

Photo of the author, circa 2010ish.

I Crushed a Can at Midnight, by Daniel Smallegange

I crushed a can at midnight

And I sunk too deep

I thrashed around to music

While all the gods did sleep

Dancing with the stars

Fronting like a Tsar

An island on my own

Hissing at the flames

Begging for the rains

While I crushed a can

I crushed another

It was then that I

Began to wonder

How it all began

Where it was she ran

And how the times do change

Until I danced this free

I sang for solace and revenge

Alone alone at midnight

Where I crushed a can

I crushed and crushed and crushed them all

Until my vision swam

I railed and cried and gnashed my teeth

Coughed and puked and staggered

And then I took to swagger

And walked the pain away

Until the moonlight

Ran from me like rain

And the dawn arrived

To whom I crushed another can

By Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2014, all rights reserved.

Photo of the author, approx 2010, Toronto.

In a Certain Light, written by Daniel Smallegange

In a certain light

In a certain view

I can see and contend

Exactly with you

With what you say and

What you mean

All you portray

What to glean

From all your frontings and fixed countenance

Your damn gloating and false pretence

Such effortless allure I wish I could procure

Lovely contours also you can imprint upon me

Anytime night or day

However and when

My point of view shifts

When I stumble or fall

Everything is less focused

More obscure

And the truth of you

Shines as through an open door

That's quickly shut

So this blurs and fades

Shades of light

Yellows and grey

But your silhouette remains constant and

Pulls me your way

I orbit you like some doomed planet

Caught heavily by your sway

But it's difficult to

Read through the lines

Divine truth from lies

However and ever

In a certain light

In a certain view

I can deal and contend

Exactly with you

So, long may it last

As good as it can get

After all and as they say

There's still life in me yet

Written by Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2026, all rights reserved.

Pic: I am in the centre, with a couple friends at a bar, from many moons ago.

Home Sweet Home, Comic by Dan Smallegange

 

Comic by Dan Smallegange, all rights reserved, copyright 2023.

DAN (This is on the shelf by my stairs :)

 

There She Was, Dancing in the Moonlight

There she was and standing tall

Dancing under the pine trees

In the moonlight

The night was cold and brisk and clear

And my glasses were fogging

I wiped my brow and squinted low

Rose to my full height

And realized now

I'd forgotten my dance shoes

But still with a will and desire less brave than foolish

I moved forwards the light

The damned moonlight

Clearing my throat

My sweater felt bunchy and awkward

But there I was and there was she

Dancing under the pine trees

Why are you dancing, I asked

And to what tune?

I dance to save myself and others, she said

The tune is on the wind

Oh, I said

Oh oh, said she

My glasses I removed and used my sweater to unfog

Though this was not recommended, the wool you see can scratch

But what was one to do

Besides I thought it looked cool

And then she paused in her dance

And gazed upon me

Under the pine trees

In the moonlight

Want to grab a bite, I said

I could eat, said she

And so off we went

Away from the pine trees

And the damned moonlight

To an all night diner on 32nd street

By Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2026 all rights reserved. No AI used ever!

Photo of the author, along the Thames, early 2000s.

Is it Okay For Me to Love You, I said.

 Is it okay for me

To love you, I said

No, she said, straight away

Without even thinking or flinching

It isn't now, nor ever shall be

Okay for you to love anyone

Let alone me

What gives you the right

To even be rejected?

You who are so low

And beneath my gaze

Be gone and

Get away away

Stay the hell

Away away

From me you low born beast

And my future, hopes and dreams

Stay away you scoundrel, you hopeless fool

What gives you the right

To love me anyways?

She said all that

And then she laughed

Her laugh was musical

Beautiful

Cruel

A cure to what ailed me

In the end

By Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2025, all rights reserved.

Pic of the author, circa 2020 approx, Ontario, Canada.

On Dealing with Zombies from the Society for Evil, Debauchery and Kitten Appreciation (by Daniel Smallegange)

'So, I was dating this girl, but she had a one track mind. Like, all she could think about was 'Brains, brains...... BRAINS.' At first I thought I wasn't smart enough. But then I realized she was a zombie.'

Does this remind you of you? Don't feel self conscious friend. We've all been there. Everyone in a secret evil society bent on world domination at one point or another tries to develop some terrible serum that will raise the dead or convert the living into unstoppable, if smelly, killing machines to further a ~ you guessed it ~ quest for world domination. That or you happen to go on a blind date with one. Either way, when they turn on you things can get a little tricky. So, that's why, here at the Society for Evil, Debauchery and Kitten Appreciation, we've developed a helpful little list of helpful hints in order to help you help yourself out on that annoying day when you've been over-run by pesky plagues of brain hungry undead zombie killers.

Oh, and before you get all self righteous and mightier than thou and bleat on and on in an annoyingly whiny voice about how 'blah, blah, blah, it's morally wrong to raise the dead' and 'blah, blah, this is what happens when you play with God's immaculate creation' and 'you should have built a proper containment facility', well, you can just take a naked flying leap ass first in the general direction of an oversized meat grinder that has not even been disinfected in nary a week and get off our cases already please and thank you very much!

It is vital to not get caught up in any blame games when it comes to the 'Grrrr, grrr, brains, brains' clique (especially if you are to blame). Just keep reminding everyone of that and get out there and kill some zombies already.

(This is a pic of me from a zombie photo shoot by my friend Blake Morrow for the cover of a Walking Dead book.)

Therefore and with much ado The Society for Evil, Debauchery and Kitten Appreciation Presents:

The Helpful Hints Guide at Helping People Help Themselves Get the Zombies Fucking off 'Em and Out of Their Back Gardens at Least Anyways.

1) First of all deal with the people blaming you for unleashing hell on earth into an otherwise normal shopping mall, suburb or whatever. This can be done easily enough by locking them in a room with some new acquaintances. Namely the zombies. That will shut them up in a hurry! You are happy, zombies are happy, everyone wins.

2) What to do when you meet a zombie?
Pretend to make friends with it by offering a drawing of a brain as a nice present. Then when it's licking the paper or otherwise admiring it smash its fucking brains in with a shovel. Note: It is important you do not eat the zombie's brains in one of those 'Huh, how do you like it, eh? Not so much when I do it to you, eh, asshole zombie?' moments as you will likely get infected and become a zombie yourself. That happened to Roger last Thursday. He will be missed. But it was fun smashing his skull in with a shovel. And good exercise!

3) Also, if you are on a date and the person keeps lamenting a lack of brains on the menu and orders and extra raw steak and keeps admiring the size of your brain-pan you might be in zombie country. If they ask if they can 'give you a quick brain massage from behind in the lavatory or perhaps your car' you may indeed want to call it an early night and head home or indeed, out of state. Especially if their arm falls off before the entree arrives, or their eyes begin to run down their face during coffee.

4) What to do when a loved one gets bitten by a zombie?
Get a shovel and smash their fucking brains in and find someone else. You didn't like them that much anyways, let's be honest. And with the world overrun by zombies any remaining humans you now meet will be much more attractive. Just don't let them know you're to blame and they'll likely be happy to do their duty and help you repopulate the earth.

5) What to do when your doubles partner turns up all zombied out?
Smash their fucking brain with your tennis racquet. Actually, this goes for all zombies you come across in most situations. You don't necessarily need to use a tennis racquet however, just whatever's on hand. Preferably something sharp and heavy to smash their brainstems. In fact, you can get away with doing this to normal people who you find annoying and/or have attractive partners as well. Just ask them to go for a nice walk, just the two of you, and later tell their husband/wife, 'oh, yeah, them zombies got (insert name here). Nasty business. Can I perhaps comfort you at all? How about a nice bath pour deux'. Just make sure you clean any of their loved one's blood off of you and wipe that smile away before you present the 'awful news'.

6) What to do when zombies are wrecking your garden?
A zombie scarecrow was recently tried out, but didn't really have much of an impact. The zombies just tried to make friends with it and were happy to have another person to groan to. However, the zombies themselves do do a wonderful job at scaring away crows and raccoons and such. Positives in everything, right. But, if you really don't like the undead hanging out and decomposing on and around your vegetable patch or prize winning Gardenias then we suggest sending the person you least like in your group out to lure them away. This can be done by waiting for them to fall asleep and then shoving them out the door. If they're quick enough they'll lead the zombies a merry chase away and then everyone's happy. Just make sure you lock the door after you shove them out.

7) When would be a good time to visit my mother's grave during a zombie epidemic?
DO NOT visit any graves or graveyards during a zombie epidemic.

8) How do I protect myself when having sex with a zombie?
Don't have sex with a zombie you sick, sick, sick bastard! God, you make us so sick! You sick sicko!

Sincerely,
The evil MGMT.x

Written by: Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2015, all rights reserved. NO AI USED EVER! :)

Framed on my Wall, Souvenirs From Some of the Films I have Worked on as Prop Buyer.

Framed on my wall. Some souvenirs and pics from some of the cooler features I have worked on as Prop Buyer. Recognize a couple directors with me in there? Also a certain pal and me and in a short comedy film, far right. Guillermo del Toro, director of both Nightmare Alley and Frankenstein and Andy Muschietti, director of It Chapter 2.

 

Snail Melodrama, Comic Written and Drawn by Daniel Smallegange

 

Written and drawn by Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2018, as always NEVER AI EVER USED.

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!

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

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.