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Happy Blue Moon Day
A good day for a miracle.
Sunday, May 31, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
When something rare but worthy of note occurs we say: "It only happens once in a blue moon."
Today is a day for rare worthwhile things. Happy Blue Moon Day.
A good day for a miracle. Hope one finds you. Hope you're brave enough and your thoughts are unscattered enough to recognize it.
Pull yourself together. Dust yourself off. You're awesome. You're alive.
What's up with that?
Something made a rather Big Bang a longtime ago and now everyone wants to fall in love.
Huh?
See, you're a miracle.
Talk on The Moon and miracles as The Sun rises...
A cool blue sky Spring day. Sparrows and grackles forage through leaves and twigs, a trip to the hardware store to gather supplies to build their nests.
What are you building, artists? The world could use your dreams right now.
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Getting the words right... my Life's work.
The World is a living changing thing; Life breathes alive. And so, the right words change and grow to reflect the experience.
We grow with the globe, spin the tales of our lives from the pictures and sensations our star allows.
In the same fashion, The World orbits The Sun and builds her nights on the light each day provides.
We lost wonder; I found it. I thought you'd like to know.
Now you know.
Take care, enjoy your blue moon miracle and thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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Wonder Fell Isn't Difficult to Find
All you need is to be able to look past spectacle and have a strong belief in the power of words.
Saturday, May 30, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Every morning: You, me, a cup of tea, and the sunrise.
New thoughts from this Living Large Language Model Poet, Wynn.
What's on Wonder Fell AI bots can never offer: Something new... a new way to see.
Perhaps, if you consider yourself the creative type (and you really should it's a great way to live) you might find some comfort or inspiration here.
Wonder Fell isn't difficult to find. All you need is to be able to look past spectacle and have a strong belief in the power of words.
Glad you can, glad you do, glad you decided to join me here. Let's keep the wonder going...
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Sun shows a single cloud for a sky. Wind gusts pollen and seeds from tree limbs. Autumn's stubborn leaves that survived the winter finally shake and fall.
A shorter entry today. There's the distribution of New-New Hampshire to work on.
Wonder Fell, this journal, will always be free; but a poet has to eat.
It will be interesting to see people's response to the anthology during these disjointed times.
The reaction will be another thing to write with the sunrise.
Thanks for reading. If you're interested in New-New Hampshire, best read it now as it heads for more formal publication soon.
~ Wynn ~
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Dog. Hat. Raincoat.
All reading is an act of resurrection.
Friday, May 29, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Words and what they're for. My Life's purpose and what Wonder Fell is all about.
I sit everyday with the sunrise and share my morning thoughts with the world to remind us all what words are for and are.
Sentences are more than cold dead facts for characters in a video game called AI. Language is the living breathing story of creation. Life isn't dead yet; language grows and goes on.
Poets pride ourselves on a conciseness of language. More important than brevity to the success of our work is the form of each poem.
What to write to remind people the true power of words in AI's infancy?
A poet's own Large Language Model of words with every sunrise.
There's no flash here, no sensationalism; just words and what you bring to them as you read.
All reading is an act of resurrection.
Thanks for bringing these words to life again.
Your eyes are like suns pouring the light of the colors of Imagination into these words as you read.
Dog. Hat. Raincoat.
See? You saw them. Somehow, with some ancient magic, you saw them.
Wonder how you did.
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Colore continues.
Interesting what happens when you take on a project as large as Colore. There is no physical way to sit down and write the whole thing. So... you have to pace yourself and know what comes next.
I took time to get better acquainted with The World of Colore itself. World building, as us fantasy nerds call it.
See the maps in any version of any of The Lord of the Rings series for further explanation.
So an introduction: Into the World of Colore, I'll work on today.
Thanks for reading.
Your Friendly Nation-hood Ghost,
~ Wynn ~
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You Are Your Wonder
Within every drop of light there's something worth wondering about.
Thursday, May 28, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
"He treated life like a game and not a gift, and so was always secretly miserable winning or losing."
A line from some prose I'm working on that greeted me this morning.
Speaking of prose-ish things, Colore updates on Friday return again.
Once a week is a good metric, for now.
Back to the sunrise...
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Cool idyllic New England Spring morning. Sparrows chirp, wrens whistle, robins peck and seek through fallen twigs and leaves to pad the nurseries in their nests.
A few kind clouds breeze by.
I sometimes wonder if I should just drop this journal and start the day with more traditional writing to share.
But then I go about the day with all the impersonal flashes of text on screens, screens, everywhere and I keep Wonder Fell rolling.
Words are here to share the human experience of Life. From Media madness to Scientific dull, from Religious sermons to Nature documentaries, from giggling gossip to prophetic Poetry; words define our experience so we can share our experience.
There's memoir to discuss individual moments of an individuals life. But there's another kind of personal writing: original thought.
O/
More than what's sensing Life, we're also what's considering Life.
You are your wonder.
Sunlight falls like rain to color The World.
Within every drop of light there's something worth wondering about.
The Sun rose.
Wonder fell.
What's it to you?
Put some words to your wonder. Call it your life. Enjoy the sunshine. And, as always, from my considering Ghost to yours, thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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Is Beauty Enough?
Poet, is Beauty enough?
Wednesday, May 27, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Is Beauty enough? Poet, is Beauty enough?
Yes, let's talk.
A beautiful thing is a joy forever because to be in the presence of what's Beautiful is to be witness to successful living.
Life well-lived is a Beautiful thing. True Worldly success, and not meeting modern trends, will always be the measure of Beauty.
We're meant to share. Those of us who best communicate ourselves with the world live the most beautiful lives.
This rule applies to all Life.
Our relationships to all the things in our day determine the day's success.
How well we express ourselves determines our level of Beauty. People, plants, the Sun, the Moon... the clearer the presentation of the dream of the thing the more beautiful the experience.
Deceit disgusts. Beauty recognizes a job well-done.
The rose that best expresses the potential dream of its seed makes a beautiful flower.
A poet's thoughts on Beauty during AI's infancy. It's our only hope.
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I wonder how monk scribes felt about The Printing Press?
Artificial Intelligence is a tool. A hammer can't build a house without a human to wield it. A robot is just metal and magnets without you and I.
Large Language Models are a beautiful expression of human ingenuity. They attempt to make a video game out of language creation.
But language is a human attribute.
It comes from us first. AI always gives the same reply: What its programmers believed is the correct way to respond when they coded it.
Language lives and breathes with humanity. By the time it's coded it's already obsolete. Yesterday's, a minute ago's, a second's correct use of language is rarely as correct as it might be.
The experience of life changes and so our expressions evolve to match the changes.
A right expression at the right time is a beautiful thing.
Artificial Intelligence is dead language, so it's not language.
The hammer doesn't make the house. The carpenter does... or the design team that built the carpenter droids.
A poet's thoughts on Beauty for the future to help us see ourselves better now.
Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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Let's Talk Shop
Reading is like listening to music in the theatre of your Imagination.
Tuesday, May 26, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Let's talk shop.
How are we with the acronym? ^
If you're new here, it means The Wonder Fell Way. It's a help I created years ago.
During darker days when the noise of the world would attempt to disrupt my work, I developed that catch phrase to write to keep me going.
Writing is a physical exercise; it's something we do.
As basic physics reminds: All objects and artists tend to stay in motion unless interrupted. 'Good morning' gets me moving again.
The idea is to write. Perhaps, Writers, you'll come up with your own nonsense phrase to help get you back on track.
Visual artists doodle, I write 'Good morning.'
The circle-slash is my one-artist-gang insignia. O/ The pic for my avatar: +he Ghos+. A point made.
Somebody is waving to you. Who? How do you know me? There's no pics or videos.
My circle-slash is a poet's answer to AI.
Because: O/
Hi.
Your dream of me is in that wave.
Whatever experience you have viewing that sign is for you... me.
I hope your dream of me is a positive one.
But it's not just that symbol. The feeling that wave creates in your mind as you read it happens with every word you read.
Reading is like listening to music in the theatre of your Imagination.
Every sentence is a musical phrase.
There is a lyrical quality to my lines because my dreams are best shared that way. I've worked at it a long time the way a concert pianist does.
There's something unique about each of us, a quality worth sharing.
Each one of us holds within a hope for The World, some purpose to help further Life.
It's why stories work, to show us the way.
A Hero has a dream for a better life. Something happens in the world that only they can help. Helping the world makes their dream for a better life come true.
Viewed this way all the issues in your life aren't problems, they're Life giving you the opportunity to make your dreams real.
There's a process to it that every story shows.
When we view the issues in our life as hero opportunities, we're living right. It's why I still have a positive outlook on life after having beat death twice.
This dream to share words with you is my Hero's Hope.
Thanks for reading, for making a dream come true.
~ Wynn ~
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The Acts of Art
The Acts of Art are the only way to make a lasting change in The World.
Monday, May 25, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Drab sunrise, barely a sky in the cloud. Songbirds are quiet. Did Mother Nature forget to set her alarm clock?
Something about sunshine makes a robin sing. More than a healthy dose of vitamin D gets those birds crooning.
Something worth wondering about.
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Hey artists, writers, creative people who work with lines, I've been thinking about us.
We sit and waggle pens or tip-tap keys for hours while so much of the world is dirty dancing to get it done.
Artists and writers, I thought I'd let you know: Our lines are actions.
This is work. In fact The Acts of Art are the only way to make a lasting change in The World.
The stories we share about the pictures and stories we share makes humanity's living experience.
Line wagglers and doodlers, we're shaping The World. Take care, have my thanks, and keep it going.
Our words and images are actions; The Internet is full of sloppy deeds.
AI is eating somebody else's leftovers for dinner. There's no joy of cooking or of experiencing anything new in the exercise.
When we eat yesterday the best we can hope for is yesterday.
Artists make new materials to help all of us experience life with.
I sit in as much solitude as can be made in today's flash and go landscape and write words for change and growth for all of us because I truly believe they help.
So many are starving for what's found on Wonder Fell because they didn't know it was on the menu.
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When we treat our young artists as well as our young athletes my Country will have a lasting livable peace.
It comes down to where we place our value.
There's a lot more to say on this.
Back to Colore for it.
Thanks for reading Artists. Keep it going. O/
~ Wynn ~
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Nobody Writes Like Me
I thought it might help us all if you knew.
Sunday, May 24, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Welcome to the show.
Subtle dawn. Cloud cover keeps every birdsong to a gentle murmur. Sometimes the sky plays a ballad to announce the day, tucks the trumpets away to croon the morning.
I haven't brought up +he Ghos+ bit in quite awhile...
+he Ghos+, my avatar, my purpose, my life's work to share it with you.
"What is it?"
-New Reader to Wonder Fell
"O/"
-Author Giving You the Honest Answer
Who's waving to you? A writer made entirely of words?
As humbly beautiful as these lines are they're still only scientific scribbles on a screen.
Where'd I come from, your joyful deep-thought poet friend?
I'm obviously not AI. No one's ever wrote like me before.
"Who is this guy?"
-Inquiring Readers Who Want to Know
Your friendly Nation-hood Poet reminding you the true power of the written word in this time of AI's infancy.
Thanks for joining me. O/
I can be traditional, can share pics of myself and details of my day-to-day life, but any Large Language Model in any Appstore could do the same.
Words do more than paint pictures and relay information; they communicate who we are.
That's why Wonder Fell is a journal. It's the best 'poetic form' to express the point: Words are all about identity.
To recap why this site exists:
Imagine your favorite concert Diva before she was discovered. She'd drive around blaring ballads to herself and friends. She loved to sing and knew she was exceptional at it. It's not vanity for her. It's honesty. It's a gift she wants to share.
Instead of her getting recognized for her gift she develops a chronic auto-immune illness which she fights almost full-time for over a decade of her adult life.
She still sings every chance she can, but the chances are limited by the illness.
Imagine having the flu everyday for over a decade. That was her life.
One day she hears the word she's been fighting to achieve: Remission.
What does she do? Her whole adult experience has been fighting through the Hell of illness.
Courageous, certainly.
But what does she have to show for it?
She still has her voice and her dream. It's still a gift worth sharing.
She's sacrificed friendships and social media accounts so she could survive.
Where to start? The Online World, The Whole World itself, will think she's a ghost...
I've known I write better than most since high school. I've always had the dream to share it. I've fought my whole life to get these words to you.
To one-up the Diva in our story:
A couple years post-remission, while developing my portfolio and audience, I was killed. An SUV crossed a double yellow at around 50MPH and drove into my driver's seat. I flatlined and woke up three days later in an ICU with a host of internal injuries and a left leg split in two waiting to be conscious enough so the doctors could put it back together.
I took about a year to learn to walk again and another couple to heal all the internal nerve damage. While I healed, I wrote.
Still going.
I decided to use my 'ghostliness' to help us all deal with the reality of AI.
Just like if we ask AI to generate a picture in the style of Cubism, it can't unless painters like Picasso did first. Artificial Intelligence can't do a single thing unless a person did first.
Nobody writes like me; I thought it might help us all if you knew.
Thanks for reading. O/
~ Wynn ~
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