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.
Great blend of creative visions, shared....
November 15, 2025 at 2:40 PM
Great blend of creative visions, shared....
Weep for the beauty in your life that bleeds from every pore.... releases with each exhalation of the miracle you are. This is the promise made by you to who you chose to be this lifetime through. To sustain the wounds and come out stronger in the end. Glorious and brave....
November 15, 2025 at 1:34 PM
Weep for the beauty in your life that bleeds from every pore.... releases with each exhalation of the miracle you are. This is the promise made by you to who you chose to be this lifetime through. To sustain the wounds and come out stronger in the end. Glorious and brave....
No zombies would touch him. Because.... ya know.... no brain.
November 15, 2025 at 11:55 AM
No zombies would touch him. Because.... ya know.... no brain.
Look everyone! A fog Bank! Yay.... sigh....
November 14, 2025 at 2:16 AM
Look everyone! A fog Bank! Yay.... sigh....
Appreciated....
November 13, 2025 at 10:34 PM
Appreciated....
Are they serving man? Heard one of them has a taste for human flesh.
November 13, 2025 at 4:46 PM
Are they serving man? Heard one of them has a taste for human flesh.
Good morning! Good afternoon! And good evening to you! Hope you have a great day....
November 13, 2025 at 4:44 PM
Good morning! Good afternoon! And good evening to you! Hope you have a great day....
Perfe t way to raise children, too....
Speaking of which, haven't seen any of mine around lately. Oh well, I'm sure they're fine.
Speaking of which, haven't seen any of mine around lately. Oh well, I'm sure they're fine.
November 13, 2025 at 1:47 PM
Perfe t way to raise children, too....
Speaking of which, haven't seen any of mine around lately. Oh well, I'm sure they're fine.
Speaking of which, haven't seen any of mine around lately. Oh well, I'm sure they're fine.
Yup.... a great team!
November 13, 2025 at 2:38 AM
Yup.... a great team!
Thank you for your service....
November 13, 2025 at 2:31 AM
Thank you for your service....
A scene from my historical fiction novel The Red Path, Book One of the Legacy's Road series.
November 13, 2025 at 2:18 AM
A scene from my historical fiction novel The Red Path, Book One of the Legacy's Road series.
Me too, and I was a hands on father to four children....
November 13, 2025 at 2:04 AM
Me too, and I was a hands on father to four children....
Was gonna post to your photo of the wee bear cub, but unable to do do. Glad its mother didn't come up.behind you and say: excuse me. This cub is mine.
November 13, 2025 at 1:50 AM
Was gonna post to your photo of the wee bear cub, but unable to do do. Glad its mother didn't come up.behind you and say: excuse me. This cub is mine.
The land beckons with curled finger.... drawing lines through wooded ways. To lure the wanderer with open mind to share time there in shaded draw. Be where life places you on journey made through shadowed woods and twisting lanes....
November 13, 2025 at 1:48 AM
The land beckons with curled finger.... drawing lines through wooded ways. To lure the wanderer with open mind to share time there in shaded draw. Be where life places you on journey made through shadowed woods and twisting lanes....
Lacy clothing cast off by sea-nymphs rushing home to ocean depths.... to twist and twirl, rise and dive, alive in Nature's eternal grasp.
November 13, 2025 at 1:45 AM
Lacy clothing cast off by sea-nymphs rushing home to ocean depths.... to twist and twirl, rise and dive, alive in Nature's eternal grasp.
An early mistle-toe view....
November 13, 2025 at 1:41 AM
An early mistle-toe view....
What Nature tangles is unwoven by time as wood bends down to mossy ground and limbs are left to grasp the soil. The trials and toil of standing tall, releases to seedlings in shadows.... waiting their turn.
November 13, 2025 at 1:40 AM
What Nature tangles is unwoven by time as wood bends down to mossy ground and limbs are left to grasp the soil. The trials and toil of standing tall, releases to seedlings in shadows.... waiting their turn.
True dat!
November 13, 2025 at 1:37 AM
True dat!
Brought a chuckle and a smile to my lips.... BOO!
November 13, 2025 at 1:07 AM
Brought a chuckle and a smile to my lips.... BOO!
By the way.... your smile always brightens my day!
November 13, 2025 at 12:18 AM
By the way.... your smile always brightens my day!
My wife. My editor. My partner. My much younger looking lady. And no, she has her sight. She just likes the love notes I write to her. Poets have pull.... even ones who look like me!
November 13, 2025 at 12:17 AM
My wife. My editor. My partner. My much younger looking lady. And no, she has her sight. She just likes the love notes I write to her. Poets have pull.... even ones who look like me!
Following me just encourages my warped sense of humor.... but thanks!
November 13, 2025 at 12:13 AM
Following me just encourages my warped sense of humor.... but thanks!
Guess you turned off all news channels and phone. Best way to go to sleep. If the world ends tonight, you'll be blisfully unaware.
November 13, 2025 at 12:12 AM
Guess you turned off all news channels and phone. Best way to go to sleep. If the world ends tonight, you'll be blisfully unaware.