America
Thoughts on America
Your Dream and Your Voice
Being a poet, sooner or later, I ought to write about mush.
Thursday, January 15, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
At it again. O/
Still a few hours till sunrise.
Being a poet, sooner or later, I ought to write about mush.
And misconception.
There's more to being a poet than the card aisle at The Pharmacy.
Though, a poem is medicine when you read it right.
Conciseness and clarity of language is the aim of every poet.
We make better and new ways to express what it is to be alive through words.
We're quality control for words themselves.
Always here to make certain we get as much out of our language as we intend to express.
Our worlds run on words. Poets expand what is possible for language to say.
And so, poets widen what is possible for us to share.
Our relationships are able to deepen because of the work I do.
We can know each other better.
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Colore marches on. There's already a side-story posted this week.
The next main story verse introduces us to The New World our heroes find themselves in.
From the author's point of view, it's important certain details are set-up to ensure cohesion to the storyline that follows.
This is where the difference in story writer's methods becomes practical.
If you write a story by the seat of your pants, you do your plotting as you go.
A pantser's plot is called: Their First Draft.
As I'm writing Colore as 'live' a process as possible, and I post finished pieces of The Epic at least weekly, the dream of the story (the plot) has to be complete in my mind. There's no turning back once posted to edit.
This would be considered a job-hazard to most writers; I consider it fun.
And didactic.
It's a matter of trusting your dream and your voice.
This author's been dreaming and writing (though never sought publication) everyday for nearly three decades.
Humbly, Colore is in competent hands.
I wouldn't attempt it if I thought otherwise. The message is too important.
There are a lot of things America's been saying about a lot of things in the same ways for a long time. (Hint: The Epic's Name)
Time to upgrade our language about how we talk about some very serious concerns.
Poet's work.
And so I write.
Take care, know your work (and worth), and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
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Pic Prompt: Create a stick figure pen and ink image of a person standing in the card aisle in a Pharmacy.
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Consider the Source
Wonder Fell doesn't do politics, but it certainly does The Human Spirit.
Tuesday, January 13, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Peace.
What is it and where?
This morning wants to write about Peace, so here we go...
Wonder Fell doesn't do politics, but it certainly does The Human Spirit.
And Faith Esperanza James Campaign Speeches (From Colore):
"Our politics, of late, have become a Theatre of The Absurd and we're all standing around staring at our phones, talking about what doesn't help, waiting for Godot to show up with our moral compass so we can do the right things to heal.
But we're not sick, our stories are.
Our News tells us to pay attention to one thing while our hearts tell us something else.
Where does our News come from?
As long as the answer to that question is someone or some organization that stands to gain something other than public gratitude, we must be weary about trusting the information shared.
Consider the Source, is great advice to keep in mind as you read or watch anything calling itself News these days.
The major concern of every media outlet is to keep you watching, not your best interests.
The first, and most pertinent reason, for why any major News Network's camera films anything is so you watch it.
Enter sensationalism and the nightmare circus show of our current News narrative.
The same ways of business that run Hollywood run and rule our Media.
We're being entertained for the profit of a few with horror shows.
Billions of dollars are made daily... as long as you watch.
"Should we just ignore all the injustice then? Surely, that isn't right."
-Concerned Citizen
Of course we shouldn't ignore injustice. The point here is the larger injustice, the disease and not the symptom. People are paid billions everyday to report tragedies. And people love to get paid.
We must turn our attention and our cameras to what's best about us if we're to survive.
We make Good News profitable by watching it more, by choosing it over the Hell being served us so often.
There are plenty of good people doing good things in every community everyday. Let's talk about them. Let's make their stories where the profit is.
What we feed grows.
All the attention given to angry shock jocks and malignant media machines over the past few decades has created some well-fed monstrosities.
Do you listen and watch them for information or entertainment?
There are better places, that serve your well-being better, to get both.
There's no Right or Left wing conspiracies going on in America.
There are a few people with a lot of money and a media for hire.
That's the state of our Union for the past few decades.
Government isn't a team sport; it's a team effort.
The reason so many feel an us against them mentality in the realm of politics is because it's an easy narrative to direct.
When you pick a side you're labeled and easily led.
Right-wings and Left are both fasteners, there to attach puppet strings to viewers to make them fly where the well-paid cameras lead them to go.
How long before America finds out it's being puppeted around?
Talk with your communities, your fellow workers, your friends. Place your focus and concern there.
Elect good people. If you wouldn't trust a person to babysit your child, they certainly shouldn't be trusted to govern your State or Country.
They also shouldn't be trusted to tell you what's News."
Read more of the Epic at: Colore.
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Sun's up... another tomorrow becomes today.
Take care, consider your sources and their whys, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
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The Way Heroes Do
2026.01.10
Saturday, January 10, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
World building takes time. That's what's going on with Colore, lately.
How best to use the ways of story, fable, and myth to best express a message or two is my work at present.
It's poet's work. Taking a literary verse structure and using it to hold dreams you wish to share is what poets do.
This poet is working with myth, with the novel, with story itself.
If Colore is to be an American Epic many different ways of presenting a dream must come together as one to mirror the intent of The Nation.
It's a melting pot point. Though, I prefer a quilted tapestry to a melting pot for a metaphor for the Country.
A quilt is for a home and for warmth.
A melting pot spells smells of disintegration.
Word choice matters.
And so I write.
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The Sun's up, a mud-season preview in January.
Passenger planes billow smoke, jet-stream synthetic clouds through a clear blue sky.
Make something good for your life today.
Find Hope and use it as your motivating force the way heroes do.
I'm through with the AI picture exercise. The point's been made. AI, image or not, is a collaborative translation of human memory stored online.
Catalog advice from history.
Being alive is all about right now; Artificial Intelligence is all about the past.
There's no hope in AI, there's nothing new.
These days I'm all about Hope.
Thanks for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
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This is Poet's Work
2026.01.09
Friday, January 09, 2026
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
The half-moon Cheshire Cats its smile to signal dawn is still awhile away.
What's it worth to you? Reading Wonderfell, reading anything at all?
There's no sales pitch here, nothing to buy. Wonderfell, this journal, will always be free.
A Faith Esperanza James Campaign Speech:
"My Country, America, has put money over morality in means of economic and social importance for too long and we're starting to pay the price for it.
There's nothing wrong with money, but there's nothing right with it either. It's value is an act of faith.
Most of what's called cash these days is just some arbitrary number blips in cyberspace.
Your true value, as far as Life is concerned, and therefore as far as your well-being is concerned, is based on your contributions to the well-being of Life itself.
Your worth is in your relationships.
The more we value money as a purely mathematical exercise the further our quality of Life declines.
Turn on The News for evidence.
When we start caring about each other again, start valuing Life as more than a numbers game again, our Nation will heal.
Your life can only ever be as good as the relationships in your life.
Not just with people, but with all things.
How's your cup of coffee or tea? Getting along all right? Your sentiments for your morning cup are a part of its sustenance for you.
Really.
The world is full of quietly desperate millionaires wanting something more, something else. Do they enjoy their cup of coffee or tea in the morning? Most likely its taken for granted and barely tasted at all.
The things in your life are only worth how much value you put into them.
This is poet's work; this is what's been lacking. Money is supposed to be emblematic of value: not value itself.
Surely your grade school teacher is worth more to our Country than a Wall Street Broker.
Our money is failing our morality and so... The News of the Day, lately.
But money and morality add up.
America is at a moral tipping point.
A Nation of laws cannot endure with criminals at the wheel.
Are you ready to give up on America?
If you're quiet right now you are.
The ship is sinking. Money is attempting to buy the Law.
Is it for sale?
Are We a Nation of values or a Bank account?
Hundreds of years ago there was an essay entitled, Common Sense, that inspired a Nation to do the right thing.
Here's a speech entitled, Common Decency, set to do the same.
Morality, not money, makes a Nation Great... again, or at all."
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The Epic and more Side-Stories Here.
Thanks for reading, do the right thing, say something, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
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And So I Write
2026.01.04
Sunday, January 04, 2026
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
Welcome to the show. O/
Midnight changes the calendar, though most of us sleep at least six more hours before we wake.
What's up with that?
Another incredibly early morning here. It's still yesterday on the West Coast. Greetings from tomorrow, California. O/
So far, so good.
So many sunrises in a row now on Wonder Fell. Hundreds.
Thanks for sharing some with me.
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It's interesting in its intimacy, this act of journal sharing.
How words shape and build identity show well here.
How each sentence says so much about the writer is worth our wonder.
Respect and reverence for the written word, for language at all, is what this site is all about.
Neglecting to remember the power words have to shape our lives is the cause of everything we see, and hear, and call so much of the News these days.
You see, Dear Reader, this is poet's work. More than the Hallmark Card love letter melancholy business so commonly put on us; we're guardians of words themselves.
I blame America's youth, not our young generations; our civilization's age.
We've only been around a couple hundred years. Our start was a turning away from so much else.
We have no Chaucers, no Miltons, no Homers that aren't yellow. Poets like these shaped civilizations with their testaments to morality.
And so I write.
I write my best to remind us of our best so we can, again, show what's best about ourselves to each other.
It takes story, it takes myth, it takes lyrical language to do that.
Our popular musicians, at times, do their best to remind us the value of Life. But a pop song can only do so much.
Different types of Art are different types of medicine.
A popular song heard by the right person at the right time changes that person's life.
Poetry, specifically Lyrical and Epic Poetry, is medicine for Civilizations.
And so I write.
Humbly, consistently, a voice every morning to remind us Life is still worth wonder. Our dreams still matter.
How we treat each other still defines our value more than any bank account can ever say.
Our words, more precisely our stories and Art, must begin to emphasize this point if our civilization is to endure.
It's time for us Artists to be the grown-ups, take the reigns, and lead.
We are so much better than how we've been treating and talking about ourselves lately.
Most of humanity has a camera, a speaker, a monitor on them at all times these days.
Our phones are connected to The World.
Artists! Let's flood phones with Art, with music, with stories and purge our so called News.
People! There are better things to look at and listen to than what passes for News.
Choose your favorite genre of music for your radio station choice over the channel with the people getting paid to make you angry.
The woman singing her heart out so you can have a better day deserves your attention more. She most certainly is of more lasting value and increases rather than takes away from your quality of life.
When Art takes over a culture it's called a Renaissance. America is long overdue one.
The reality of an American Renaissance is the only way we can bring lasting positive change.
Our understanding of our stories is broken. This requires new stories, art, and music to heal.
There's much to say on this topic. It's part of the point and purpose of Colore to address it directly.
And so I write.
As always, thank you for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
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Same Prompt🤔: Create a stick figure pen and ink illustration of an open book on a table on a hillside at dawn.
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Time to Wrap It Up
Our holidays are a bit out of sync with our seasons. Blame Kings of old and their latitudes.
Wednesday, December 31, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Another day, another sunrise, another way to shine.
How's the day? O/
The last one of 2025.
A good time for some reflection.
Our holidays are a bit out of sync with our seasons. Blame Kings of old and their latitudes.
Solarly speaking, the year ought to start on the solstice when the days start to increase their duration of sunshine.
Happy New Year's Eve, regardless.
How was your year?
Don't base it off The News.
What passes for News these days is slowly becoming a band of bully's bully pulpit.
Next year we'll see a change to that. It's just not sustainable. Immorality never lasts.
Think of community, your close life, your friends, your work, your loved ones... how was the year?
A day for reflection.
So today we treat the year like a mirror.
How do you look?
Handsome, humble, and charming as ever thank you very much. O/
Past aesthetics though... What does what happened in this past year say about you?
What did you do to help it look the way it does?
Because you did help.
The parts of the year you loved remember what you did to help create them. Put those on next year's playlist. Push repeat all. And play it.
Parts of this year you weren't so fond of... what did you do to help those happen?
Maybe you didn't do anything. Not doing something when we can is always the cause of the continuation of everything we're not fond of in our life.
What could you have done to improve it? Do it this new year.
Practical post this morning.
There's another aspect to this Ghos+ convention I hadn't anticipated: The reception, more so, the necessity for the lack of it.
It's about time to wrap it up.
Just a guy in his 40's doing his job the best he can. My job just happens to be Poet in a shaky America.
The point with AI imagery is at its end.
I've turned to satire stick figures until The Of Sorts Gallery (of sorts) gets more established.
Colore continues. Fan Art Galore for sure on the way for that. Anytime we bring dragons into a story Artists are sure to follow.
There's something drawable about a dragon, something that begs expression.
There's an Epic's worth of words to discuss that more in the works.
Thanks for reading, enjoy New Year's Eve, if you wouldn't do it sober don't do it drunk, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
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Same Prompt🤔: Create a poorly drawn stick figure drawing of people watching fireworks on New Year's Eve.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, Some Doodling Artists, and +he Ghos+, December 2025
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In Intimate Ways
2025.12.29
Monday, December 29, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Slushy rain here.
Sometimes the words do the weather justice. Slush is a great example; it sounds like the experience.
How's your sunlight?
What if sunlight is programmer's code?
Put that in your morning cup to wonder about.
It makes scientific sense if it is.
There's a great poetic metaphor there, at least.
Our screens show algorithms and code based on sequences of light.
So what's up with The Sun?
Does our galaxy's star have a programmer?
Assuming celestial fire burns arbitrarily is human ignorance and vanity.
We have a phone with an Internet connection. What wonders it brings!
Much in the same way, we have The World powered by The Sun.
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Some morning thoughts for daydreamers and Scientists to consider.
It's a journal, some morning thoughts of a poet in an Internet Age.
Not a series of lectures or dissertations.
We can hop around here.
Even a very unprofessional bunny emoji is quite acceptable on Wonder Fell. 🐰
Deep thoughts, wonder, and the power of words; the ways of a poet.
Part of the point of this site is that the ways Artists, Poets specifically, think is lacking from our daily lives.
Sensationalism has ruled American Art for too long. It's time we artistically grew up as a Nation.
Life is worth more than a spectacle light show. There's warm honest moments with friends, family, loved ones, and yourself worth celebrating.
In intimate ways.
If there's one quality lacking from American Art, and therefore American Culture, it's a sense of intimacy.
Intimacy is a shared recognition of Life's value.
Every life has a world of its own going on within it.
Your romantic partner, the politician on the other side of the aisle, the gas clerk, even The Internet Troll, has a whole world of their own within.
Calories don't make us who we are; our stories do.
My queue to go back to writing some.
As always, thank you for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
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Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of The Sun dressed as a nerd programming lines of code on a laptop in the style of a magical surrealist anime painting.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, Some Surrealist Painters, A Few Animators, and +he Ghos+, December 2025
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The Kind of Work I Do
2025.12.28
Sunday, December 28, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
"What a thing to do... write each day at dawn this Epic Letter Poem."
-Interested Reader
"Well, I was here anyhow and it's rude not to include you."
-Friendly Poet Including You
Thanks for reading.
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It's amazing; we rarely consider it. Give it a thought or two... what happens when we read.
What these symbols called letters do ought to fill us all with wonder.
Here we are having a conversation of sorts.
And though, we've not met in person, though there's no pictures or videos of me here, I can wave to you. O/
And though, you don't see my humbly handsome self greeting you, you do recognize me somehow.
So who are you reading while you read Wynn?
That's the true reason for +he Ghos+ avatar... to make that point.
It only takes a couple hundred words, maybe a poem or two, perhaps a look at Colore; to see there's no way I'm AI.
The rhythm and context of my words are my own.
What we are transcends algorithms.
All that Life is cannot fit in a line of computer code because it requires what's alive to make it.
There's something more than human about being alive.
Yes, I'm talking about spirit, about dreams, about what happens while you read, about how you know me. O/
We are our dreams and what we choose to do with them.
It's important we remember as AI establishes itself in our lives the reasons why we are irreplaceable. It comes down to our relationship with dreams.
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At times Wonder Fell appears to delve into deep thought metaphysics, but these ideas are soon obligatory for us to understand what living is about as AI makes more and more of what we defined necessary obsolete.
If you think a robot version of you would do a better job at being you, then you better reassess your definition of what it means to be human.
Being human is about what we choose to do with our dreams and whatever the heck Love is all about.
Beauty, Joy, Wonder... the realms and work of The Poet. We've been quieted and misunderstood in my Country... overlooked by default.
Our current National state of affairs owes itself to the neglect of the kind of work I do.
What good is freedom without a basic recognition of Life's intrinsic values?
Poets, not price tags, define value.
You don't want a new car, house, jewelry, or more money. You want the experience of having them.
Poets paint experience in words, so we can better understand how to best express our lives.
What constitutes a good life remains regardless the time, but the stuff of our lives, the toys and tools, change.
Those toys and tools are sleeping metaphors waiting for Poets and Artists alike to show the morality of, to show how they fit, how they best serve a wonderful and good life.
This poet O/, at present, is tackling AI and Identity in this Internet Age.
A daily journal, with no bio or pics, is the best genre to do so.
Thanks for reading.
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Our Science and Our Politics are out of sync. Our stories don't serve us well-enough. It's why we're falling apart.
An Epic Saga is the best Poet's Genre to show this.
Enter Colore.
Wish me well while I return to writing it for us.
As always, thank you for your time and consideration, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
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Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a ghost writing in an ancient library dressed as a poet in the style of a magical line drawing sketch.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, A Few Line Drawing Artists, and +he Ghos+, December 2025
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