M. Daniel Smith (mdanielsmith.com)
@mdanielsmith.bsky.social
Author of novels in multiple genres (mdanielsmith.com)
Retired, married, living close to nature
New-Englander, Mid-Coast Maine
Socially active
Poetry, my true writer's passion, and novels.
Retired, married, living close to nature
New-Englander, Mid-Coast Maine
Socially active
Poetry, my true writer's passion, and novels.
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We are a country cast from clay fired in the heat of rebellion against a tyrannical ruler from beyond the ocean.... and today face much the same, closer to home. Our forefathers, no doubt assisted by wives with strong opinions, wrote a document to protect democracy. Our time to be tested, now.
January 18, 2026 at 9:58 PM
We are a country cast from clay fired in the heat of rebellion against a tyrannical ruler from beyond the ocean.... and today face much the same, closer to home. Our forefathers, no doubt assisted by wives with strong opinions, wrote a document to protect democracy. Our time to be tested, now.
I, is but a single star in the sky. We, are a canvas overhead painted in a blaze of lights beyond count. Humanity does not exist in one, but all. The totality of our Selves, our beliefs, thoughts, and actions taken on behalf of individual rights in a collective call to action. Be human. Be humane.
January 13, 2026 at 2:10 PM
I, is but a single star in the sky. We, are a canvas overhead painted in a blaze of lights beyond count. Humanity does not exist in one, but all. The totality of our Selves, our beliefs, thoughts, and actions taken on behalf of individual rights in a collective call to action. Be human. Be humane.
We are, beneath the surface, connected in ways beyond measure of science or superstition. Bias, or a fear of someone outwardly different than what we see in the mirror is emotional blindness, based on prejudice, ignorance, and an inability to believe in the miracle of one's own humanity....
January 13, 2026 at 1:12 PM
We are, beneath the surface, connected in ways beyond measure of science or superstition. Bias, or a fear of someone outwardly different than what we see in the mirror is emotional blindness, based on prejudice, ignorance, and an inability to believe in the miracle of one's own humanity....
Quick question: How many people does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Answer: One
Next Question: How many people does it take to screw up the world?
Hmmmm.... same answer.
Let's see.... Gengis, Hitler, Ivan, Mussolini, Stalin. Looks like we're up to the letter T.
Answer: One
Next Question: How many people does it take to screw up the world?
Hmmmm.... same answer.
Let's see.... Gengis, Hitler, Ivan, Mussolini, Stalin. Looks like we're up to the letter T.
January 9, 2026 at 3:01 PM
Quick question: How many people does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Answer: One
Next Question: How many people does it take to screw up the world?
Hmmmm.... same answer.
Let's see.... Gengis, Hitler, Ivan, Mussolini, Stalin. Looks like we're up to the letter T.
Answer: One
Next Question: How many people does it take to screw up the world?
Hmmmm.... same answer.
Let's see.... Gengis, Hitler, Ivan, Mussolini, Stalin. Looks like we're up to the letter T.
If you are struggling to come to terms with what's going on in US politics of late, be reassuted that your morality, empathy, and integrity is firmly in place. Buckle up, log in, and put your shoulder to the wheel. It's gonna take us all to put things back as close to right once more.
January 4, 2026 at 6:31 PM
If you are struggling to come to terms with what's going on in US politics of late, be reassuted that your morality, empathy, and integrity is firmly in place. Buckle up, log in, and put your shoulder to the wheel. It's gonna take us all to put things back as close to right once more.
A generational sacrifice made to an industrial sponsored, geo-political desire to profit off military advancements. New technology. New ways to maim and kill. Same thrill in counting monies rolling in. From club, to spear, to arrow released on through to missiles, drones, and more. War equals money.
January 3, 2026 at 3:00 PM
A generational sacrifice made to an industrial sponsored, geo-political desire to profit off military advancements. New technology. New ways to maim and kill. Same thrill in counting monies rolling in. From club, to spear, to arrow released on through to missiles, drones, and more. War equals money.
This day, a few more chapters of a new story told from days of old, postponed in lieu of writing missives such as this. A pull to reach those who choose to stroll the hallways of this media-formed universe. An exchange of energy binding all to each and everyone, bringing the light we seek today....
January 2, 2026 at 8:15 PM
This day, a few more chapters of a new story told from days of old, postponed in lieu of writing missives such as this. A pull to reach those who choose to stroll the hallways of this media-formed universe. An exchange of energy binding all to each and everyone, bringing the light we seek today....
Be more to others than a name. A title on a novels cover. Reveal, within, an honest view of what you thought then learned anew with hard won knowledge gained throughout a well-framed life. Expose the strife salted with tears, the sweet taste of joy found in love's sweet kiss. This is who you are.
January 2, 2026 at 8:08 PM
Be more to others than a name. A title on a novels cover. Reveal, within, an honest view of what you thought then learned anew with hard won knowledge gained throughout a well-framed life. Expose the strife salted with tears, the sweet taste of joy found in love's sweet kiss. This is who you are.
No AI can replicate spontaneous bursts of original creativity. Only reflections of those who led the way unto today. Pain, love, angst and such, the spices needed in the brew of what from fiction is made true to a reader's mind. As no kiss from a lifeless mask can ever warm one's soul....
January 2, 2026 at 8:04 PM
No AI can replicate spontaneous bursts of original creativity. Only reflections of those who led the way unto today. Pain, love, angst and such, the spices needed in the brew of what from fiction is made true to a reader's mind. As no kiss from a lifeless mask can ever warm one's soul....
I caress the keys of a worn keyboard to see what might arise upon the screen. A word in follow to the one before, until a score line up in horizontal line. A quiver in my writer's soul as images and voices swell into life, bequeathing scenes of places unexplored, begging more be told. So I do.
January 2, 2026 at 8:01 PM
I caress the keys of a worn keyboard to see what might arise upon the screen. A word in follow to the one before, until a score line up in horizontal line. A quiver in my writer's soul as images and voices swell into life, bequeathing scenes of places unexplored, begging more be told. So I do.
We have, today, earned on the back of others willing to carry the load, opportunity to do the same. To pass to the future a country formed on basic principles of justice, freedom, and right to speak freely to power. Fundamental to who we are as a country. A haven for those seeking sanctuary. To all.
January 2, 2026 at 5:04 PM
We have, today, earned on the back of others willing to carry the load, opportunity to do the same. To pass to the future a country formed on basic principles of justice, freedom, and right to speak freely to power. Fundamental to who we are as a country. A haven for those seeking sanctuary. To all.
As if wrapped in a blanket of hand-spun wool, warm within its clinging embrace, energy flows to and fro 'tween like-minded souls sharing the same image of what the world could and should be. To join those eager to bask beneath a blue sky is manna to one's soul. Beyond measure, a treasure, indeed...
January 1, 2026 at 3:01 PM
As if wrapped in a blanket of hand-spun wool, warm within its clinging embrace, energy flows to and fro 'tween like-minded souls sharing the same image of what the world could and should be. To join those eager to bask beneath a blue sky is manna to one's soul. Beyond measure, a treasure, indeed...
Someone, they often say, should do something. Somebody must stand up and say no further, no more, no longer. Resist. Refuse. Reset the morale bar. And in the echoes of the past come voices saying: We did. We marched. We forced change to the status quo. Your turn to bear the cross and thorny crown.
January 1, 2026 at 2:50 PM
Someone, they often say, should do something. Somebody must stand up and say no further, no more, no longer. Resist. Refuse. Reset the morale bar. And in the echoes of the past come voices saying: We did. We marched. We forced change to the status quo. Your turn to bear the cross and thorny crown.
We hold the slate wiped clean of yesterday's turmoil, tears, and troubles. Opportunity to start anew with you to write the story told, one page at a time. As it was in yesterday's shadow, and will be on tomorrow's break of day. And for this day. Share what is true to you. Feel it. Live it. Give it.
January 1, 2026 at 2:44 PM
We hold the slate wiped clean of yesterday's turmoil, tears, and troubles. Opportunity to start anew with you to write the story told, one page at a time. As it was in yesterday's shadow, and will be on tomorrow's break of day. And for this day. Share what is true to you. Feel it. Live it. Give it.
It's only a number. A turning of the page, night to day. They say it's an opportunity to change the tenor, tone, and tune of our collective path through seasons to come. But Nature measures not by days or weeks or months. She moves from moment to moment in a flow of energy released. Be like her.
January 1, 2026 at 2:29 PM
It's only a number. A turning of the page, night to day. They say it's an opportunity to change the tenor, tone, and tune of our collective path through seasons to come. But Nature measures not by days or weeks or months. She moves from moment to moment in a flow of energy released. Be like her.
The warm embrace of fireplace, with snow in drift on windowsill fills my day with childlike dreams. Of hours spent in red-cheeked play, with hot cocoa warming hands and lips, and snowmen on the lawn. I smile with a tired yawn, letting youthful memories tug me back to another nap once more.
December 21, 2025 at 2:16 PM
The warm embrace of fireplace, with snow in drift on windowsill fills my day with childlike dreams. Of hours spent in red-cheeked play, with hot cocoa warming hands and lips, and snowmen on the lawn. I smile with a tired yawn, letting youthful memories tug me back to another nap once more.
I sought out the forest for the trees, the ocean for the sound of waves, the mountains for windswept echoes, and embrace of loved ones for the love we all share. So seek out your bliss where 'ere it is found, and spread it to others as we all gather 'round. Merry season to all....
December 19, 2025 at 5:58 PM
I sought out the forest for the trees, the ocean for the sound of waves, the mountains for windswept echoes, and embrace of loved ones for the love we all share. So seek out your bliss where 'ere it is found, and spread it to others as we all gather 'round. Merry season to all....
Be the calm mood during the storm, when the ship of state is far from shore in fractious seas.... hand to the helm, eyes narrowed against the icy spray. The ship will survive, sailors and cargo too, because of your faith in the captain.... you.
December 14, 2025 at 10:32 PM
Be the calm mood during the storm, when the ship of state is far from shore in fractious seas.... hand to the helm, eyes narrowed against the icy spray. The ship will survive, sailors and cargo too, because of your faith in the captain.... you.
We are not the dream, only elements of it. Actors in worlds shared in part with others, looking to espouse our thoughts, standing at the crossroads of reality and imagination, bordered by creativity, under a blue sky.... seeking to expand our reach into the greater world, beyond.
December 13, 2025 at 1:13 PM
We are not the dream, only elements of it. Actors in worlds shared in part with others, looking to espouse our thoughts, standing at the crossroads of reality and imagination, bordered by creativity, under a blue sky.... seeking to expand our reach into the greater world, beyond.
Just remember, in this time of multi-media opportunities to express our views of the insanity of current governmental issues, if we can't out-dollar the billionaire donors, ee can definately out-holler them!
Every voice, post, repost, march, special election, protest counts.
Every voice, post, repost, march, special election, protest counts.
December 8, 2025 at 4:20 PM
Just remember, in this time of multi-media opportunities to express our views of the insanity of current governmental issues, if we can't out-dollar the billionaire donors, ee can definately out-holler them!
Every voice, post, repost, march, special election, protest counts.
Every voice, post, repost, march, special election, protest counts.
We need not fear the uninformed, or less open-minded among us. It's intolerance that poisons the souls of those capable of reducing certain groups of humans to objects. Bigotry can be educated out by exposure to the fear of otgers. Intolerance is baked into the clay and difficult to remove....
December 6, 2025 at 9:03 PM
We need not fear the uninformed, or less open-minded among us. It's intolerance that poisons the souls of those capable of reducing certain groups of humans to objects. Bigotry can be educated out by exposure to the fear of otgers. Intolerance is baked into the clay and difficult to remove....
We often seek out answers found outside our kith and kin, as if knowledge gained from those who know us not is more pertinent to our questions asked. The task is to seek answers close to home and hearth, starting with the face seen in the mirror. And the family whontruly knows us best.
December 6, 2025 at 4:16 PM
We often seek out answers found outside our kith and kin, as if knowledge gained from those who know us not is more pertinent to our questions asked. The task is to seek answers close to home and hearth, starting with the face seen in the mirror. And the family whontruly knows us best.
Reality is a slap in the face to those who've never suffered from personal loss like freedom, a lifetimes work in flames, or a loved one torn away from the bosom of family. Nothing compares to these. Not the price of eggs, or the hollow promises of fools blind to its approach in next fall.
December 6, 2025 at 2:16 PM
Reality is a slap in the face to those who've never suffered from personal loss like freedom, a lifetimes work in flames, or a loved one torn away from the bosom of family. Nothing compares to these. Not the price of eggs, or the hollow promises of fools blind to its approach in next fall.
Reflections
The mirror boasts of truth revealed, reflecting a reverse image of how others see us. As too, our opinions in opposition to their own. We are better served by sharing our vision with equal interest in hearing others. Not to alter our inner compass, but only to become aware of theirs.
The mirror boasts of truth revealed, reflecting a reverse image of how others see us. As too, our opinions in opposition to their own. We are better served by sharing our vision with equal interest in hearing others. Not to alter our inner compass, but only to become aware of theirs.
December 6, 2025 at 1:09 PM
Reflections
The mirror boasts of truth revealed, reflecting a reverse image of how others see us. As too, our opinions in opposition to their own. We are better served by sharing our vision with equal interest in hearing others. Not to alter our inner compass, but only to become aware of theirs.
The mirror boasts of truth revealed, reflecting a reverse image of how others see us. As too, our opinions in opposition to their own. We are better served by sharing our vision with equal interest in hearing others. Not to alter our inner compass, but only to become aware of theirs.