America
Thoughts on America
Let's Discuss Algorithms
There's a point to be made, a cautionary tale to be told.
Wednesday, June 03, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Peaceful, steady dawn, the volume on today is set to easy listening.
Something I've been doing with Wonder Fell I haven't mentioned yet because not bringing it up is part of the point:
Let's discuss algorithms:
There's a point to be made, a cautionary tale to be told.
So many good intentioned creatives now spend time studying SEO patterns and the like when they could be making Art to share.
This is not all right with me.
Wonder Fell is, right now, showcasing the hazards of relying on algorithms.
Please take a moment, read this poem, and return to this post.
The 51st State has been published and available on X, Instagram, Facebook, Threads, Stubstack, Medium, and Bluesky for years.
With zero response.
Poetry and Art transcend what algorithms are for.
Wonder Fell is full of patriotic and poetic words of hope and healing for my Country in turmoil. Been here for years and advertised on most major social media platforms.
At present, I have more than three times as many readers in China than I do in The United States.
How is America kept from my words of hope while China enjoys them?
Our algorithms.
The good people of The Far East are just enjoying my humble wit, humor, and poetic ways.
The good people of America are drowning in a sea of bad selected for you by an algorithm news.
With all humility in mind, I've got a degree in Literature, over a quarter of a century worth of daily writing practice, and over four decades born and raised in The United States; I know a lot of Americans want to read my work.
Someone should tell the algorithms.
When we automate language evaluation to what computers can do, we're confined by machines. The human heart is left out of the assessment of value.
America if you're wondering where our National sense of compassion went: Now you know. Our algorithms can't interpret our metaphorical hearts.
Emotive understanding cannot fit in the walls of coded binary light. But it can be shared through words.
We do care about each other America; our algorithms don't. They can only rehash the past.
So if yesterday so many citizens viewed a tragedy online... well the software detects: "People want to see tragedy." And so the state of affairs on Our Country's screens.
I don't blame our software coders; they're not poets. They're out of their element now with AI. Language creation and what words actually do, and are for, is my work.
Feel free to look me up for a consult if you can find me through the algorithmic fog.
The solution comes down to personal responsibility as humanity adjusts to living with the reality of AI.
"Good morning Grok, show me some good news."
-Reader Who Understands Personal Responsibility
"Hey Google, tell me an inspiring story that happened yesterday."
-Reader Helping to Save Modern Civilization
There are plenty of good people doing good things everyday. Show them to yourself.
Our well-being and survival as a race depends on your choice to do so.
You found me. Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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Kind Stubborn Persistent People
We could gather all the kind people in the world in a singular moment and all of us all at once say: Enough.
Saturday, September 13, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Glad you're here. O/
You could be on so many other screens.
Thanks for choosing this one.
Says a lot about you that you did.
Shows you're the kind of person who puts substance over image, who knows people are better than so many other screens show us these days, that you still have dreams of living a good honest life spent living your dreams.
You're what's known as a good decent person. You're not as rare as other screens say. But you are to be thanked for your kindness, your understanding, your care.
Thank you. O/
We could gather all the kind people in the world in a singular moment and all of us all at once say: Enough.
If every good person shut off for a week, what passes for News would have to start showing more of what's best about us if the people pointing the cameras wanted to get paid.
There's plenty of good happening in the world right now.
Make it viral.
It's vital we do.
Good people, when you see something on any screen that gets you discouraged or upset, remember millions of dollars and hundreds of people took their time to feed that to you so you would feel discouraged and upset.
The same people who make Hollywood make what we let pass for News.
They want an emotional reaction to keep you watching to keep ratings.
Ratings and not truth of experience is their priority.
Good news is out there. It's happening right now.
Find it. Accentuate it. Share it.
We make the News; the News doesn't make us.
Wonder Fell is more topical the past few days.
I don't, and rarely ever will, go into specific current events.
Because the major issue in America, our biggest beast, is the Modern Media.
We're spoon-fed poison and we do the best we can with it.
But we've forgot there is another option.
Shut it off. Change the channel. Share something positive.
This doesn't mean ignoring tragedy. It means a change of focus.
We're taught if we want the attention of the world we have to make a spectacle of ourselves. And so those who make the largest shock of the day get the most clicks and therefore the largest paychecks.
This is not right.
It is imperative to our survival we start to value substance over shock, substance over image.
Shock doesn't move civilization forward, kind stubborn persistent people do.
If you've read this far, you're one of them.
Thank you for being brave enough to recognize life's intrinsic value, for wanting to build and not break, for being strong enough to be kind.
Share some act of kindness with the world today, however small it may appear, it is medicine for a misguided humanity.
Thank you, as always, for reading.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
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Thankful for the Awful News
2025.08.13
Wednesday, August 13, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Still an hour or so till sunrise.
Hope your dreams go well.
Hope all is well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Transition Day, something in the air.
They come more often lately.
It's a good thing; the World could use some healing.
And we are healing.
It's what all this awkwardness is about.
To heal anything you first need a diagnosis.
Consider The News our symptoms, consider how we treat each other a symptom, consider how we treat ourselves a symptom.
We're so much better than we show ourselves we are.
We could be thankful for the awful News.
Like showing up to the doctor's office with all your symptoms flared up, The Media is doing us good.
The issue, then, isn't the Bad News of the Day; it's what we're doing about it.
Things don't have to be this way.
Life doesn't have to look the way our screens portray it to.
We have choice.
So what are we choosing to cause a day's news cycle to look the way they do?
Because it is your fault.
You are alive, so it is your fault.
It's how we treat each other; it's what we tell ourselves we value.
We're out of sync.
Ever wonder why a movie makes you laugh, makes you cry, at the same time it does another person regardless of their race, creed, or prefix, or pronoun of choice?
Why we cheer The Hero on regardless of the color of their skin is the cure for racism, is the medicine for the whole world.
Morality exists.
There is a certain right way to live and we all know it, all can sense it.
It has to do with spirit, with soul.
Our successes with Science have made it difficult to discuss because numbers don't stick to it.
But yet, you still cheer the hero on, still know when they win.
If Darth defeated Luke, my good nerdy friends, The Star Wars Saga would be a flop because it would attempt to prove a lie.
A story, just like life, has to display the true way of things to be a success.
Consider the stories of the day, the bad news, as unfinished business.
We're in Act 3 America.
We collectively know what's right: Kindness, community, compassion.
Yet we pay: Greed, selfishness, and ire.
A spectacle of kindness, community, goodwill and compassion is brewing.
It has to if we're to survive all this immoral hate.
I add my morning journal to feed what's best about us, what's right about us.
I hope Wonder Fell is a catalyst for you to have a better day.
I hope you realize the hero always wins because the World works in a certain way.
I hope you actively join the winning team.
Take care, consider the moral nature of stories, apply them to your understanding of life, apply them to the stories of the day, see where the heroes are, help them win, be one yourself, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Screeching American Robins at Sunrise
And so, the state of the modern media.
Friday, May 22, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Songbirds and stories this morning.
A robin, a blue jay or two, some sparrows, a dove quietly coos. But that robin... volume set to how-high-does-this-volume-go loud... if you didn't take a moment to listen past it you'd believe it was the only bird in town.
And so, the state of the modern media.
Screeching American Robins at sunrise.
There's a lot more worth listening to and seeing in the trees and the Country, than that prima donna robin.
Art always sets the stage, writes the plays and ways of humanity.
For the past couple of decades our Arts and Entertainment industries have been focused on spectacle. And so its found its way into our politics and media.
Because its the best way to get people's attention right now.
The same ways of Hollywood run and rule Corporate Media. It's time artists took some responsibility for the state of our union.
We set the tone for our Nation. For too long the state of American Art has been a one note symphony called: Spectacle.
But there's more to a morning than a prima donna robin's song.
There's friendship, community, and the ways and hopes of every hero.
There's love, there's justice, there's hope, there's progress.
America, there's more to Life than fireworks and faster.
It's time our Artists started showing and singing it for the sake of us all.
And so I write.
Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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For All Our Health
Getting The United States to read poetry right now is like trying to get your stubborn Great Grandfather to take his medicine.
Wednesday, April 29, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Poetic idiosyncratic words in the time of AI?
They're our only hope.
Each and every human being is a unique Large Language Model designed to express their witness of Life.
There's more to Life than facts; there's the creation of facts.
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Modern dreams at sunrise while a woodpecker hammers an oak.
Even songbirds have a percussion section.
Slow morning words lately, thoughts of business, my work's place in the world, how best to serve it.
Where? And when?
Some self-awareness with humility always in mind: America hasn't had a poet like me for decades, hasn't had a male poet like me for nearly a century in our popular culture tapestry.
Getting The United States to read poetry right now is like trying to get your stubborn Great Grandfather to take his medicine.
Hey old timer. O/ We're a Nation built on Words. Maybe the language being thrown around is the reason for the collapse?
Here's some language for all our health.
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Cloud cover makes for a subdued sunrise. A subtle dawn, the game's still on.
Thanks for reading, Dear Reader.
Your consideration means The World to me. I hope some inspiration finds you today. I hope more that you find the good sense to put it to good use and share it.
The World could use your wonderful witness shared.
~ Wynn ~
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What We Invest In Together
Stories work the same way as The Stock Market.
Thursday, April 09, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Dawn. Always something new by design.
Songbirds know and sing the novelty.
Thought I'd join in.
Thanks for reading.
Warm shades of color glow to show the horizon. Winter's gone; it's in the palette of sunshine.
The World is a celestial color making spherical factory.
Did you know no two shades of human skin are exactly the same?
Now you know.
So what's all the fuss about?
Stories and not skin are the cause of the human blight called racism.
No two human beings are ever exactly the same. Every Scientist agrees.
Stories and not money, politics, or science, make civilizations go round.
Our economics, governments, and fields of study are all based on what we value.
Value, for humanity, comes from the stories we share.
It's why The News is responsible for so much of the disorder today.
There's plenty of good happening in The World. People just aren't getting paid to share it.
We tell each other we value Hell more than Paradise with every dollar spent on, and second invested in listening to, bad news.
What we feed grows. We dump dollars and time into Hellish broadcasts and we get and grow Hell.
If you're tired, fed-up, disgusted with the state of the modern media message, the best way to change it is not to complain. It is to shut it off and share some good news.
Blame keeps it going.
Reporters need ratings to get paid. When The World devours stories of hope and heroism more than the Hell it consumes at present, we'll have peace and evolution.
It's not that we should ignore tragedy, just that we have to stop paying for it or we're going to keep paying for it.
We understand in our economics what we invest in together grows. Stories work the same way as The Stock Market.
Right now we're a Nation too well-invested in a Hellish political narrative.
Time is your money; invest it somewhere helpful.
Change the channel, share some good news, and have that wonderful day (and tell someone you did).
~ Wynn ~
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The Best Investment
The best investment is always in good people.
Tuesday, March 31, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Peace, a dove; a gift we give to each other, a recognition life matters and so every life matters.
A good life. Everyone wants one. But what is it?
Work you love and the love and respect of people you love and respect.
There's a whole lot of love in a good life.
Today's entry is different than those before.
There's a great discomfort in the air.
Where's it from?
People, good people, all across The Country work harder and harder and what they earn buys less and less.
Prices go up and the value of hard work goes down.
There's no stock market to invest in without workers to make and run the companies.
The better employees are valued the better each company does because the people make the business.
Every Wall Street investment is an investment in the faith of hard working people. The Market is being forced to remember.
The best investment is always in good people.
Of all the things for a poet to be writing about as The Sun rises... economics.
Wow.
Self-awareness aside, how are you?
Affordability making you blue yet?
Feeling unappreciated, perhaps?
Let's focus on what we love that returns it today.
For me that means making sentences, verses, and stanzas.
For you... that's up to you.
Every sunrise brings something new.
Proof positive today.
Take care, do what you love and make a wonderful day already.
~ Wynn ~
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Why
America's never had an Epic Poet; I had to make my own way.
Monday, March 30, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Let's talk about why.
I rarely go personal here. Wonder Fell isn't a memoir or a self-help guide. It's not a coaching manual or advice. I'm no guru. I'm a poet whose experience of adult life was Hell for no fault of his own.
A chronic auto-immune illness, Sarcoidosis, took the opportunity of a decent life from me. After a decade of fighting just about full-time, I beat it into remission.
Recognizing the value of time, I went to work doing what I love most: Writing. Non-stop.
It was during the time of Co-vid. I put together an anthology of poetry to give to the world.
One morning while driving to one of my favorite spots to write and work on its publication, an SUV travelling over 50 miles per hour broke a double yellow and drove into my driver's seat and lap.
I woke up three days later in an ICU with a host of internal injuries, my left leg split in two, and a medical team waiting for me to remain conscious enough to operate on.
It took me a year to learn to walk again and another two years to fully heal all the nerve damage from the crash.
In the meantime, I worked: On Wonder Fell, On New-New Hampshire, On Colore.
I've known I'm a poet since high school. But what the Hell is a poet supposed to do in America? Work for Hallmark, teach at a University, or pick up a guitar and start a rock band.
I considered all three, but accepting any is an admittance that poetry is not enough.
The Ancient Greeks, Milton, Chaucer, Blake, Shakespeare, and so many other great minds that helped move civilizations forward disagreed, too.
There's more to poetry than University classrooms, Pharmacy Card Aisles, and lyrics for popular songs.
America's never had an Epic Poet; I had to make my own way.
Wonder Fell is an Epic Letter Poem sent to the Creative Spirit of a Friend every sunrise.
Hey friend. O/ Thank you for reading and sharing it.
I've beat death twice, scientifically so. I believe I've been able to because my dream to share words with you is so strong. And maybe the message inherit in these lines can matter that much.
Humbly, I believe it can.
Beauty, Hope, Love, and Joy... the stations of Poetry are what's missing most from my Country's monologue.
And so, from your life.
There's no self-help, guru guide here... Wonder Fell is what's missing.
Art, Music, Life alive! Where are you? As of late... where are you?
The volume is turned up too loud on the radio to hear the music. That's the state of The Arts in America, at present.
Let's paint, draw, write, and sing tribute to quiet worthwhile moments, to the beauty of a sunrise.
You see, it's a journal of a poet whose only had hope and his desire to share words with you his whole life.
I've been through the worst; it's why I share the best: That's how we rise.
Words worth beating death twice for the chance to share.
I hope you find inspiration here. Life really isn't worth much without it.
Go ahead and have that wonderful day, it's up to you, after all.
~ Wynn ~
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