Wynn
A Portfolio of Your Dreams
Surround yourself with so much evidence of the work you love that you're undeniable.
Sunday, February 08, 2026
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
Welcome Back. O/
Imagine doing work you love.
Take some time today, even five minutes, and do some.
Really.
Everyday do work that you love.
The more you do the more you're able to do.
Artists and Craftspeople, the World is with you. Some just don't understand your work at first.
The only way to feel right being any kind of Artist is to make your Art. Write, paint, draw, sing and shape notes.
Craftspeople, set up a shop in a quiet room and build something. People will understand you, but only by working.
Do what you love everyday. Build a portfolio of your dreams.
Surround yourself with so much evidence of the work you love that you're undeniable.
Artists and Artisans, Life gets better, but only by working.
You can create for five minutes everyday.
One true sentence or drawn shape, if you say depression is in the way, will get you evidence you're not depressed after a few weeks of making them.
Be undeniable to yourself.
There's a palace of words on Wonder Fell for my mirror.
Thanks for reading. O/
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There's something worthwhile in you worth sharing. Share it. Build something. A stick figure drawing, a dining room table, a new exhaust manifold, a sonnet... something.
The idea is to create. Find ways you most enjoy creating and go!
Fast or slow just go.
It adds up; it gets easier.
You are what you make yourself to be. It's called being an adult.
When we're young we dream ourselves the most incredible things: A Spaceship, A Dinosaur, A Dragon!
The practicality of growing-up doesn't need to end those dreams.
Adult! Make A Spaceship, A Dinosaur, A Dragon! Let me know when you do. I'd love to see your creations.
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Sun's up. Light blue, the kind you find in nurseries, for a sky. A few puffs for clouds. A day of Arctic temps for the Northeast United States.
Stay warm, dream something, make something, take care and make wonderful our wonderful day.
Wynn
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But Monkeys Don't Read
Words make dreams into realities to witness and share.
Saturday, February 07, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Dreams make etchings on a tablet moving magnets to signal and shape binary light.
Every morning on Wonder Fell.
We should consider it more, what happens while we read.
It's the only activity we do that separates us from monkeys.
Monkeys sing, dance, grunt communications; they even have their own banana counting Science.
But monkeys don't read.
The only reason we say our singing, dancing, communicating, and Science-ing are more advanced is because we have the ability to read and write.
Because we can put our thoughts and dreams into the World in a lasting concrete way they are able to grow because they are able to be shared.
Words make dreams into realities to witness and share. People make words; it's how we work.
We read, for leisure and learning, to recognize we're not alone.
Reading and Writing, sharing words in any way, is the most human thing you can do.
Thanks for sharing your humanity with me. O/
Every morning I write my wonder while the sun rises.
You know poets are a different sort of people. But did you know how?
Weird? Depends on the poet. And still not as weird as you think.
It's work; it's solitude.
Especially in our flick on your phone viola! access to so much humanity world these days, the office space requirements of peace and quiet necessary to do this work seem strange. Weird only by contrast.
We have our lives set on go-go-go.
But where we're going and why must come first.
You get in the car and go. The reasons why you're going where you are rest with more than "The GPS says that's how to get there."
Why you do what you do and go where you go... the language you have available for your compelling reasons is my life's work.
We all believe Love is the greatest reason to do anything. Where'd that notion come from?
O/
Sure we all feel that way, but we can't say it, and so share it, without the work I do.
It's not just Love; it's everything greater than what numbers can do.
"There's more to Life than adding it up; there's the joy of adding it up."
-One of My Favorite Sayings
It's important while we make our calculations to fly to The Moon that we remember the joy of the success of it.
Because Joy exists just as much as The Moon does.
The Rocket Science necessary to fly to A Moon called Joy, called Love, is my field of study.
Poets are people, though, regardless how introverted our craft makes us seem.
Like with other fields of study and work we have departments of focus.
There's Love for the Love Poets, Politics for the Political Poets. There's Ordinary objects for The Everyday Ordinary is Worth Wonder Poets.
And every once and awhile there's A Whole Civilization for The Epic Poets.
O/
America's been lacking one, so I stepped up, shook off death, and went to work.
Because we have to strengthen our understanding of our stories, and make some new ones, if we're to heal.
Back to Colore for me.
And back to making wonderful our wonderful day.
Thanks for reading.
Wynn
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a rocket ship blasting off from atop an open book.
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It Starts with Wonder
2026.02.06 When's the last time you did something because it was a good thing to do?
Friday, February 06, 2026
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
How's your sunshine, Valentine?
About an hour till here.
But here we are. Let's keep it going.
On with our show...
Have you heard the News? There's something called Good.
Though we don't talk much about it lately, it's always here.
Good is in the 'Why' aisle at The Grocery Store of Reasons.
"Why'd you do that?"
-Curious Friend
"Oh, I had a good reason."
-Friend with a Good Reason
It's wit; it's joking; but this topic is quite serious.
And medicine.
When's the last time you did something because it was a good thing to do?
The Good thing isn't always the fun thing. Going to work is a Good thing. Doing your work well is a Good thing, too.
Do you do your work well? You should. It's a very Good thing to do.
Life works in a certain way; the Sun rises to make morning.
Plant a seed, add water and light, and it grows. Water performs a might as well be magical circle dance from solid, to liquid, to steam; so clouds can water the World fed.
I agree with my friends in all the Sciences that the consistency of matter is worth measure. But it's also Good. The World being reliable is a wonderful thing worth adjectives.
Artists are for adjectives, Scientists for nouns.
Nouns and numbers are limited by design.
Adjectives stretch.
A noun that is also an adjective is a word full of possibilities. We don't use Good as a noun often anymore and that's not so good.
We shy away from it for Scientific reasons. But Good isn't arbitrary, it's Life working right.
Like the sunrise, like steam rising and rain falling, like the loyalty of a dog, like how it feels to be genuinely thanked for a job well-done. Good things.
This is a point I often write about on Wonderfell, a poet's relationship with Science.
We are living in A Dark Age of Science. It sounds sensational, even funny; but it is true.
We don't value feelings, expression, Life alive! enough anymore. We view ourselves as statistics with a chance to fly to The Moon.
What for? Why would anyone in their right mind want to travel to The Moon?
For the experience.
The experience is my field of expression, my expertise.
The Poet. O/
This poet turns on the light of living Life alive with every sunrise.
There's more to life than adding it up Science; there's also the joy of adding it up!
The Joy is my business.
The recognition of the value of which is so sorely lacking lately.
Back to Good.
We hesitate to define the Good because we can't enumerate it. But some experiences in Life transcend what numbers can do. They require words.
There is a presence in you more than numbers can quantify. There's a wick inside the jar called yourself lit with the fire called Life at your inception.
That flame is you.
Your body does its best to care for it, share it, and express it.
We used to call it spirit or soul.
We shy away in Science's dark from talking about it anymore.
It's my duty, my work, to make sure we keep recognition of the personal fire that keeps you moving in your thoughts.
It starts with wonder.
Consider wonder, look around the site some (there's plenty here), and make your wonderful day.
Wynn
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink drawing of a person on the moon looking through a telescope.
How Stories Shape Our World
No worries, it's not as dull academic as it sounds.
Thursday, February 05, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Something new and tried and true... The Sunrise.
And Wonder Fell. O/
Glad to be read by you.
On with our show...
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Practical matters lately. Getting New-New Hampshire set for formal publication.
Colore is still in the works. No worries, Dear Reader, we won't leave Hope, and Finn, and Langston standing at the threshold much longer.
There's the site redesign and clean up.
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Do you read Wonder Fell at night?
How ironic of you.
Having such a good relationship with irony, we're sure to be great friends.
Poet: Irony is in the job description.
Poets do write stories too, by the way.
When a poet writes a story it's called an Epic.
Wynn, The Poet, writes an Epic; it's called: Colore.
It's in the works. I post progress of it here and discussion of working on it here.
At present, the storyline is on pause to finish some world building.
One of the main differences between a poetical Epic story and the novels we're used to is the structure.
Poetry uses the form of the text to help shape its message.
No worries, it's not as dull academic as it sounds.
Dr. Seuss is an example of a poet using verse to help shape the story's message.
Colore is not a story for children, though there maybe a rhyme from time to time.
The poetic shape is that of characters experiencing mythic type stories and then juxtaposing the moral message of those events to happenings in the modern world: The Side-Stories.
The intent of Colore is to remind us how our stories shape our World.
It shows why The State of our Modern Press is our poison at present. It's a reminder of our responsibility to share better tales to see a better world.
We can only ever be as good as the dream we have of Ourselves.
Poets and Artists of all types shape ways to express what is possible to experience.
Our Arts and Entertainment industry in America right now is just as responsible for our Nation's divide as is The Press.
Where's Hope Hollywood?
Hope is in every story told well and every honest brushstroke of every Artist.
And so I write.
It takes words to heal Our Nation of Words.
Stories are always the best way to take that kind of medicine.
Popular music lyrics, as well, help give Hope.
Artists of America someone's got to be the adult in our Country's dividing room. My Vote is for The Arts to step up and heal Our troubled Nation.
Take care, if you're an Artist of any kind consider what hope you can share and where, then share it and make our wonderful day.
Wynn
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We're a Nation of Words
Poets and Literary Artists are the only means of medicine that ever heal Our Nation because we are a Nation of Words.
Wednesday, February 04, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
The sunrise returns sooner everyday, as of late.
Despite what groundhogs and meteorologists say, more opportunity to have a shadow at all, and not if you see it, is the true indicator of when Spring arrives.
Hope all's well, Dear Reader.
On with our show...
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The site changed! Wonder Fell updated its wardrobe. A new poem, which is now the title for the anthology of poetry here arrived:
A recognition of some of poetry's short story in our Country, with reference to Frost's anthology of about a century ago for the title.
America's changed a lot since then. Our views drastically shifted on some very poetical topics.
The stations of Poetry: Love, Faith, Joy, and Common Decency; look and sound vastly New.
It was time for an update.
A Nation built on a living document is only as strong as its shared understanding of its words.
Poets and Literary Artists are the only means of medicine that ever heal Our Nation because we are a Nation of Words.
What we talk about everyday as a Country, and how we talk about it, defines all that we can be.
Right now with the state of our Press and Arts our words aren't meaning all they could, so they don't mean all they should.
It's our Poet's, our Artist's, our Storyteller's responsibility to keep what's best about us always in the forefront of our thoughts.
The Arts give us language to express what is best about us.
We haven't seen much, if any, of what's best about us for some time in words.
And so I write with the sunrise every morning as a civic duty to remind us what's wonderful about us.
Words are my Life, my Love, my Livelihood; just like The United States.
We have so much in common.
Would we rather have what Our Country means defined by the state of The Press at present or by our greatest and most compassionate Artists?
Would we rather an American Shakespeare help to define what freedom and justice for all means or our current Nightly News?
Time to start listening to our Artists and our hearts again, America.
Let's take care of each other by redefining the meaning of the right of all of us to have Life, Liberty, and The Pursuit of Happiness.
I'm not so usually so blatantly patriotic, but clarity is the most important aspect in Art and Life.
We're a Nation of Words and they're under fire, twisted and corrupted to serve a few.
I'm a poet; words are my Life and Livelihood. The trash perverting language, and so the very foundations of our Country, are messing also with my Love, my work, my Life.
And so I write.
We're so much better than we're allowing ourselves to be, America.
Remember what Freedom means to you, look around, see that's threatened right now, talk to each other about what you value, and make our wonderful day.
Wynn
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen illustration of an open book on a table shaped like the United States of America at sunrise.
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Trees: Poetically and Scientifically
The sky is an electric blue wonder machine painting matter into the images we see.
Tuesday, February 03, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
With a waning gibbous moon's light shining up the snow-topped earth at dawn, Hello. O/
The sky is an electric blue wonder machine painting matter into the images we see.
We group our understanding of diets into two classes herbivores and carnivores, but trees eat light.
So sunshine is comestible.
When a person tells you they're on a light diet, they're not eating much.
When an oak tree tells you they're eating light, they're being literal.
Poetically and Scientifically (it's great when they match Beautifully) trees turn light into the air we breathe.
Maybe hugging one isn't such a bad idea after all. At least send a word of thanks now and then.
There is a correlation between the amount of stress people feel and the amount of trees in their surrounding ecosystem.
People in big cities (fewer trees) = higher levels of stress per capita.
When you live out in the country (more trees) it's easier to breathe (less stress).
You see, Life wants to further Life, and so it's always working to get you what you need to keep going.
The farther away the trees are the harder the Earth has to work to get it to you.
This is one of those obvious things that help so much that we lost sight of.
A great way to improve the quality of life in every major city is to plant some trees.
It's easier to take a deep breath and relax when the air production company is only a hug or a thank you away.
Vertical gardens are a great idea to increase a city's quality of Life.
Skyscrapers acting like trees near Broadway are cast for the right part.
A plant in your office or home makes everyone in it breathe easier.
Simple solutions we rarely consider.
Trees, flowers... plant a plant indoors, or out, and your days go better.
Poetically and Scientifically.
This morning the trees grabbed my attention; they so often do.
Beautiful, reliable, necessary; that's a tree. They waste nothing and give everything.
Turning light into air sounds like an invention from a Science-Fiction story, but it's just what trees and flowers do.
Basic Science under the lens of Poetry.
As always thank you for reading, take care, recognize trees and flowers, breathe easier, and make wonderful our wonderful day.
Wynn
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink drawing of a person relaxing in a hammock between two trees on a city sidewalk at sunrise.
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New-New Hampshire
I sing my songs in quiet lonely rooms
I sing my songs in quiet lonely rooms,
While fed-up unapologetic looms in each street...
A pharmaceutical salesman from California said:
"You can buy this same dose,
(this exact same pill)
For 100, 200, 300% less in another Country."
I told him:
"A Nation that advertises medicine is always sick."
My poetry was wasted on his bottom-line mind.
His wares wasted on me.
Words are my nectar,
Ambrosia, Olympus in a cup.
If what the salesman with the Pacific seaside tan says is true,
(can we ever trust a salesman or elect one President?)
I'll order the balm online directly from Greece.
Depending on the tariffs
A round trip flight may be more economical.
Catch a classical Tragedy in Athens.
Good for your health and wallet.
Heard an audio visual tech representative from New York
(the City and the State)
Blare his sound systems made him a fortune.
He hipped and hopped:
"The subwoofers might as well be seismic gold."
I told him:
"The trouble with treble is it prefers quiet introspective mettle."
He didn't hear me. How could he?
Why would he? With bass so seismically oversized.
Online shoppers in all of America say the World
Is full of mountains, lakes, and seaside shores.
They say:
"Many vacation destinations are five-star review worthy."
Presently I'm living in New Hampshire;
Enjoying all of them,
Rather than bothering to write a five-star review.
~Wynn ~
Read the whole anthology (top of the page) or this friendly link.
Kinda Makes You Wonder
But Science is too human centered to ever be complete.
Monday, February 02, 2026
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
How's the day? O/
Full moon brings the boon, showing its glowing through the window.
Monday morning in America. Commuters whoosh up the highway. Pre-dawn, game-on, a traffic strand of headlights announces The Sun.
There are so many words and ways to express ourselves. How do we choose?
What you do, and how you do it, makes your story.
And: You are your story.
Sometimes the morning just wants to watch the morning: to witness the star.
The Sun paints with color, fascination, and wonder.
I'm the star's tribute band the past couple of years.
With the world so out of focus on what's important to live a good life, I thought I'd return to the basics and share them with you.
There's nothing simpler, or more beautiful, than a sunrise.
There's hope and the possibility of love aboard that fiery sphere.
Every morning.
Maybe they're your car's headlights travelling to work this Monday morning to help keep this dream called humanity going.
Thank you. We all do our part to keep this story going.
Our words give witness to our experience to better share ourselves, so we can better enjoy our days here together.
It's not self-help; just a poet doing his job: Reminding you of the power of wonder.
The way the world's gone the past century or so, it's easier to get you to read an undead chronic illness survivor's journal everyday than to have you read a poem.
But the message of poets has to return in a major way to our human story if we're to endure.
I'd like humanity to win, so I stepped up the output; this Epic Letter Poem for The World.
Call it Wonder Fell, a record of what the sun drops every morning: Wonder.
Science... so many centuries, so much measuring, so many new tools and helps to survive each day. Thank you.
But Science is too human centered to ever be complete.
What else is there?
There's Why.
Why The Sun rises. Why the Ocean waves its tide. Why birds sing at dawn. Why music works. Why stories make us laugh, cry, and cheer at the same time.
We all know when the hero wins, we all hear birds sing for the morning, we all find every sunrise beautiful.
What's up with that?
Kinda makes you wonder.
Thank you, as always, for reading.
Take care and make wonderful our wonderful day.
Wynn
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