America
Thoughts on America
Onto the Process of Healing
2025.12.19
Friday, December 19, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Fog! Grab a frog.
Nonsense words that heal.
How's your day?
There's often talk of morality on the site.
Today starts a true test of how much my Country still values basic right and wrong ethics.
Wonder Fell is not a place for politics, but it is a place for the power of what stories do. So morality is a welcomed friend here.
Justice has been interrupted by what we've allowed money to do. But justice is absolute; money is only human convenience.
Morality vs. Money centerstage in America just in time for the holidays.
About time.
Spoiler alert: Morality always wins.
The Sun always rises and morality always wins.
Greek theatre epic justice on the way for the USA.
...
Speaking of Epics... it's Friday so another verse of Colore posts today.
There's been a lot of work on it this week mapping out the terrain ahead.
We're about to step into Act Two in the story and that means a whole new world.
It's an extra step writers of fantasy have... world building.
Fun for sure, but an extra step for sake of genre.
As a poet writing a story, I prefer fantasy; it gives me more control over the metaphors.
A dog's squeaky toy is just stuff and fluff unless you're in a fantasy story... then there's always the possibility the toy can stand up and sing.
Onto a metaphorical choir of squeaky toys.
Hope all's well for you today. Best dust off your moral compass. You're going to need it.
Finally we can start the process of healing.
Take care, remember morality not money is the only reason ever to have a government, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎁gift
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of an Ancient Greek Theatre with a compass on the stage in the style of a vintage sepia photograph using subdued tones and stark shadows.
Archaic Slab
Poets Are to Blame
2025.12.18
Thursday, December 18, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Peace. Think of doves.
Some metaphors last.
There's nothing more peaceful about a dove than there is about a pigeon.
What's up with that?
Our stories and poets are to blame.
O/
People like me are the reason a dove signals peace for you.
An owl is wise because of the work I do.
I'm working on widening our understanding and making a new place for dragons in our cultural mythology right now.
Our stories of what it means to be alive aren't serving us as well as they used to.
We need a rebirth of wonder, a cultural Renaissance, if we're to survive.
People's spirits are down. 'Whatevers' roll eyes and fill the air.
But life is worth more than Whatevers. It's worth 'What Could Be's,' too.
A thing called Hope, the reason for every story, The Great Destroyer of The Whatevers.
Our stories don't serve us as well as they could. So many write these days, do so much these days, just to make money.
The problem with money as a reason to do anything is: It's amoral. It's neither right or wrong.
But money isn't worth a dime without human interaction.
So what we're actually valuing when we say we value money is the ability for more positive human interactions.
Not nicer things, better relationships.
There are too many miserable millionaires in the world for money to be an answer in and of itself.
It's our stories, what we tell our children, what we tell ourselves.
I bring up Science often on the site, and I'm grateful for it. What a great tool.
But Science leaves out morality, so the umbrella isn't big enough to sustain joyful living.
If our culture is to heal it comes down to us Artists. We have to grow our stories, images, and songs to match our moral needs.
How we treat each other matters. At the end of a day, and a life, it's actually the only thing that does.
Sun's up. Powder blue sky over an orange pink ribbon horizon, pencil scratch marks make the silhouettes of trees.
Take care, consider your stories, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🍞bread
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a dove, an owl, and a dragon all wearing bowties sat reading books in an enchanted forest at dawn in the style of a magical cubist illustration.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, Some Cubists, and +he Ghos+, December 2025
Archaic Slab
Agreed Upon Ways
2025.11.20
Thursday, November 20, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Here we are. Another sunrise, another post from this persistent poet, for you.
Glad you're here. O/
Colore goes well. Tomorrow the 'Inciting Incident' posts; the life event that makes the hero, Hope in our case, act.
The timing is right. Our Country, America I mean, is at a tipping point. We're forced to bring morality back to our discussions on government.
Written agreed upon ways on how best to treat each other... that's a good working definition for the basis of what a government is.
At present we've strayed further away from our written rules than ever before. Morality, our common morality, is bringing us back.
Morality, and not money, must lead a Nation if the people are to endure.
A Nation of laws cannot survive with criminals at the wheel.
Amen to that.
That's enough. Wonder Fell's not for politics, only to bring up the point I'm glad the Spirit of Our people is making a stand for what's ethically right.
What's next?
There's always the sunrise and thanking you for reading.
Dawn a few minutes away. Thank you for reading... onto Colore and Hope.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎮video_game
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of owl wearing a bowtie and glasses watching a sunrise from the branch of an oak tree in an enchanted forest in the style of a magical fantasy illustration using a red, white and blue watercolor palette.
A New Peace
2025.11.15
Saturday, November 15, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Glad you're here. O/
Let's see what the morning has to say.
On with our show...
...
The first light of dawn; the moon's still a smiling crescent in the deep blue sky.
The past couple of mornings there's a new peace in the air.
Perhaps you feel it too.
So much is changing; it has to.
The ways of humanity, specifically these last few years, aren't sustainable.
Though we don't talk much about morality, it still exists.
How we treat each other matters for reasons more than whatever you believe happens after death.
Greed is a flimsy foundation, doomed to fall.
When we build on kindness and goodwill what's made lasts because it comes from a recognition of Life's value for all.
We share the space. We all call Life home.
Life, for the living, is not just the Earth, but people too.
So the people in your day are also a part of your home for that day.
Want to change the quality of your days?
Change the quality of your relationships in your life or recast the parts.
...
Colore Continues.
Last night I posted a short scene introducing the theme.
Perhaps you read it?
I plan on reshaping the form of the presentation some this week, and making the experience a little more worthy of the Epic title.
We're just about at what's called The Inciting Incident, that point in every tale where the hero's life changes.
"Isn't seeing a dragon inciting enough, Wynn?"
-Reader with a Good Question
Not for an Epic.
What does count is something we've grown unfortunately accustomed to.
We'll leave the explanation there to prevent spoilers. Best to let the story do its job and convey the message.
Safe to say, as I mentioned before in another post, Colore (this first book at least) is a story with a girl as the main protagonist, but it's definitely not a story for children.
If you wouldn't allow your kids to watch the nightly News unsupervised, they should not be reading Colore, or Wonder Fell for that matter.
Some truths are best remembered through the eyes of a child, Genius or not. Take Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer for examples... and as similes for Hope James.
Our Nation is a lot more clever, our Science more advanced, but morality never changes.
Mark Twain and Samuel Clemens would both agree, as do +he Ghos+ and Wynn.
Business thoughts this morning.
Hope you enjoy the day, take care and make it a wonderful one.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🌸cherry_blossom
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a dove on a telephone wire wearing a bowtie while the sunrises in the background over an Autumn landscape in the style of a magical Art Deco painting.
Metaphor the Sky
2025.11.10
Monday, November 10, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Quiet. A little background music, no words.
An airplane overhead.
Light highway traffic pre-Monday morning commute.
Even the dog isn't snoring.
About an hour till sunrise.
Hope all's well with you.
On with our show...
...
The words are the important thing.
Period.
Even in regards to the AI images: They're about the words used to create them. See the "Same Prompt" located at the end of posts.
Do the pictures match? Check for yourself.
As Wonder Fell grows the AI pictures will be replaced by work from Artists.
A gallery of sorts, with links on how to reach them of course.
A new Artist everyday... 365 new galleries a year... happy to help.
Want to go Art shopping? Eventually, you'll come to Wonder Fell for it.
...
Practical Monday morning thoughts.
Gaining some solidarity for the American Art Community is a goal here.
Art, in America, from music to the fine arts, and literature, has been a transient thing, a shapeless protean form.
To be a Great Civilization you have to have a well-defined Artistic Way.
Think Italian Renaissance and Greek Mythology for examples.
We've had Art movements, but no distinctly defining style.
Time to change that.
Eclectic Rock and Rap Pop Fantasia so far.
...
Sun's up now, misty morning dew, soft grey to white lifts from the horizon.
Pick a wild metaphor to describe your sky.
Text it to a friend.
They like when you're weird.
Thought you should know.
A good phrase to end a weird text message metaphorical description of the sky to your friend...
"The Mothership armada spacecrafts are coughing out billows of exhaust over the golden Autumn horizon at dawn... thought you should know. 😄👍"
All Life contains the possibility of wonder.
Thought you should know.
Take care, metaphor the sky, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎨art
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of an armada of spaceships coughing exhaust at dawn over a picturesque Autumn in New England landscape in the style of a magical cyberpunk Renaissance painting.
What's Wonderfell All About?
2025.11.09
Sunday, November 09, 2025
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
Glad to be read by you again. O/
The Sun's just about to show.
Abe, the rescued hound dog, still in soft snoring dog dreams on the loveseat.
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
...
So what's Wonder Fell all about?
First, it's a journal kept everyday at sunrise.
What's remarkable about it?
It's a poet's journal.
Not a 'hey I wrote a couple verses with a broken heart, or look how well my words can woo you' poet; a real-life, like it's my job title, Poet, Poet's Journal.
If you thought poetry was just a hobby for hallmark cards, or maybe what rap artists do, Wonder Fell's a good place to find out what Poets for millennia have been lyrically sharing our souls about.
It's a conversation with you, for you.
During this time when AI begins to arrange the way we do business, it's imperative we remember the true power of language, what making and using words is all about.
Words are a place to place your dreams to make them real. They are the first step to reality. They're what make us human. We're not-so-hairy-monkeys without words.
Software mimics the ways of the mind. A picture may be worth a thousand words, but it takes at least a thousand words to make every picture.
Artists and programmers have to learn the right language to draw every intended line. Anything you've ever done required language to accomplish it.
Wonder Fell's AI images, with the 'Same Prompt' located at the end of posts, shows the different interpretations, and thus the limitations of AI.
Being human is about the expression of Life. We've been focused for so long on how to prolong our lives we forgot why we're making the effort.
Beauty, friendship, love, wonder and building wonderful things, and moments is what Life is all about.
Of course there's poetry on Wonder Fell, too. If that's your cup of tea or energy drink to help raise your spirit and feel connected to life, maybe you'll read some.
And there's Colore, an American Epic I've been working on for some time.
I've just begun releasing it in stages: at least a verse weekly on Fridays.
It begins with the story of a girl and her dog, but the themes are heavy.
If you wouldn't allow your children to watch the nightly news unsupervised, they shouldn't be reading Colore, or Wonder Fell for that matter.
Sometimes seeing the world through the eyes of a child teaches us so much we forgot. Take Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer for examples.
I know if Huck and Tom had the opportunity to meet a dragon with Hope they'd be all in.
Would you? If yes, you might check it out.
One of our greatest minds said: "Imagination is more important than knowledge," then dropped the ball and went about spending a life focused on pure knowledge.
Colore is a tribute to the worldly transformative power of the Imagination.
Placing it second in importance is one of humanity's greatest failures.
The health of any nation is judged best by how it treats its artists, Artists of every endeavor. Be it a symphony, ballet, or a hip-hop concert what we value artistically shows us what we value... period.
There's more to life than sensationalism, America. When we put flash over substance we get bulldozers in The East Wing.
Substance comes from what the Imagination is for: Dreams and doing dreams. That means words and stories and paintings and a beautifully built White House with the hope of a people placed in each stone.
Wonder Fell is not for politics. Demolishing The White House is not a political act. It's a tragedy. We should lower our flags to half-mast to mourn the loss while we decide how to heal, at least how to stop the bleeding.
Sun's up now. Most of the leaves are end of Autumn amber and fall steady and slow.
Thank you again for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Starved for Adjectives
2025.11.07
Friday, November 07, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Up and at 'em. O/
Glad you're here.
Oh, the peace of late, late nights and early mornings!
Hope you've known a few.
How to bring that calm into the day?
There's a certain slow easy way the Sun sets and rises.
Each rise and fall sets a rhythm, sets a tone.
I wonder if we remember our best work, our best living, happens in focused intentional moments of purpose on purpose.
There's a calm competency that comes when we're living well. It's easier to feel in the early morning and late at night.
Go! Go! Go! sparks the metronome at noon.
Coffee, Coffee, Go, Go! Whoa! And Go some more! is the trumpet call for so many.
There's no way to know happiness in that kind of life; there's only distractions and shock treatments.
If you can't find joy in a sunrise, or gratitude in a sunset from time to time, you're the scourge of the World.
You serve shock treatments more than yourself.
Do your work, certainly, but do it for the reason that Life is worth living, worth feeling.
There's more to living than living another day.
There's wonder, there's hope, there's kindness, and finding out what love is all about.
And Beauty.
Oh, sweet Beauty what did we do to you?
Gone and made you superficial.
Wow.
Where are the cathedrals, the works of Art?
Did we bury poetry in a scientific heap? Is life so cheap to be worth only numbers?
Words, I resurrect your power.
Nouns and numbers, the world starves for adjectives.
...
Speaking of words, today is Friday so later another verse from Colore will post here.
To post it fresh as it's made has brought some interesting results.
As it deals directly with American Themes, the author's (O/) feelings on the subject matter are charged with the Spirit of the Country at present.
Being as I'm the author, and taking into account the current state of the American Spirit... yikes.
There's a divide: The Upset and The Upheaval.
We need to believe in ourselves again.
That comes down to a common language to discuss our ways and days.
There aren't two ways to talk about America; there's millions.
We try to make government a team sport, right aisle versus left, when in fact Government, in The United States, is supposed to be a team effort.
All of Us help all of Us.
We forgot how much we matter to each other.
Forgot how much it matters we care about each other.
We're being reminded.
So, I'll place at least another verse here later today or tonight.
Thanks for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🚮put_litter_in_its_place
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a Gnome dressed up in formal business attire wearing sunglasses watching a sunrise over a city landscape in the style of a cross-hatching anime illustration using a red, white and blue color palette.
Side-Story: Common Decency
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."
Read the Epic main story at: Colore: An American Epic
...🐲...
