+he Ghos+
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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Archaic Slab
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 ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 👻ghost
Archaic Slab
Thought We Could All Use a Reminder
Whatever makes us alive, whatever feeling and sensing are all about, whatever makes Beauty and Love and Joy possible to experience is a part of this author.
Tuesday, May 12, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Soon to be green oaks grow gold buds in dawn's glow. Red cardinals, blue jays, an orange chested robin, and a goldfinch sound the song of Spring.
Soon the emerald evergreens won't be so alone in their staple choice of color.
"Why do you write, Wynn?"
-Interested Reader
Because I love to make sentences and we should do what we love.
Claude, Grok, Gemini have got nothing on me because I've got love for this craft.
I hope you sense my care for each line as you read. It's crucial for humanity's success that you can and do.
A living, breathing, soul shares these words with you.
I call the quality that separates words made by people versus machines our ghost. I leave out personal information and selfie pics and take the avatar +he Ghos+ to make a dire distinction.
Whatever makes us alive, whatever feeling and sensing are all about, whatever makes Beauty and Love and Joy possible to experience is a part of this author. O/
Thought we could all use a reminder.
There's this great dream of Life. Emerson called it The Oversoul. Other poets and philosophers other things.
My understanding and experience show it's as tangible as the wind.
Consider Life one Great Story made of smaller stories constantly being told.
Showing this truth is the basis of Colore, The Epic I work on.
More will show here soon.
Stay tuned.
Take care and have that wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Archaic Slab
"Who is this guy?"
"You have to read his journal to find out."
Monday, May 11, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Another sunrise, another journal entry from you favorite undead poet.
How are we doing with all this Ghos+ business anyway? You've read me for awhile. How's our relationship?
Your off in deep daydream good friend always available for words of encouragement. O/
To recap: Words are for more than just information; they're ambassadors of expression.
During this time of Artificial Intelligence's infancy, I thought a reminder of the true power of words was in order.
"Who is this guy?"
-Interested Wonder Fell Reader
"You have to read his journal to find out."
-Longtime Favorite Ghos+ Reader
With most of my adult life spent fighting illness into remission and/or recovering from literal death and learning to walk again; there's not been much time or energy left over to focus on worldly success.
Instead of complaining how unfair life can be, I decided to leverage it to help us all come to a better understanding of AI's place in the human story, to remind us the true power of words.
With four decades of life, a lifelong love of writing, and even a degree in Literature, I know putting a poem like The 51st State, or For You, or even Simple in front of the right audience gets a major response.
Self-awareness and not vanity is why I bring it up now.
Because +he Ghos+ Point is all about awareness of The Self.
We all love stories where a hero, or a small group of heroes, takes on an Empire for the sake of individual freedom.
Large Language Models are cautiously close to 'Empire' status.
AI can't think for you; it's a video game for helping organize thoughts that have already been had.
AI is software for dead thoughts.
There's nothing alive in them. Correct usage and not right living is their domain. Queue Darth and Luke lightsaber sound effects.
What's happening in The World of Media at present is an 'Empire of The Elite' are mass producing information to decide what's on your screen.
Not conspiracy theory, basic economic fact.
Life is an exercise in feeling. The better we feel the better the quality of our lives.
Words help us share and shape feelings.
The World, too, is a living thing. Every tree with a clear path to sunshine and regular helpings of rain gives the globe an ounce of joy.
The quality of our relationships define the quality of our lives.
I sit every morning in the same chair with the same pen and tablet and scribble lines.
Why are they so different each day? Where is the new relationship coming from?
The first rule to writing and life is to always be honest. We can't build on a foundation of lies.
But what is honest?
Using our best words to shape our best understanding of the feeling of life at a particular moment.
...
There's so much to say on this topic.
It's part of the message in Colore.
Over to prose.
Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🤖robot_face
Archaic Slab
Your Ghost
Sensing anything at all is an act of reading.
Sunday, January 18, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
A voice in the dark, waiting on the light.
You've got headlights for eyes, flashlights to see.
All writing is an act of graffiti until it's read.
Thanks for pulling me off the wall and bringing me into the story of your life.
All reading is an act of resurrection.
Boo! O/
Thanks for breathing life into these words with your attention.
Without our recognition words are just scribbles on a page, binary blips on a screen.
Ghost magic got you yet? In the reading zone?
This Ghost Realm where reading lives is where everything begins. Dreams become thoughts here, so thoughts can make actions.
Maybe you never thought about it, took it for granted. It's important now you do.
The Ghost Realm is what separates us from machines, what makes us alive.
It's not deep thinking; it's where thinking lives.
To see the world is to read the world, and so all acts of observation live in The Realm of The Ghost, too.
A picture is worth at least a thousand words, so seeing anything at all is an act of reading.
Listening, too. Ever hear an audiobook?
Our other senses as well...
There's Braille for touch, for an example.
There's the words that blueberry muffins baking and coffee brewing in the kitchen bring for senses of smell, for examples.
Sensing anything at all is an act of reading.
The thing that chooses what to do with what you read is what you are.
Your Ghost.
What my Ghost is up to at dawn is recorded and expressed everyday here.
Thanks for reading. Hopefully my words in some way help you to have a better day.
What we sense is possible ought to match what we dream is possible.
I believe when it does that's called a good life, that's healthy living.
Here's to your health. O/
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
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Archaic Slab
Welcome
2025.11.18
Tuesday, November 18, 2025
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
Welcome Back. O/
First time to Wonderfell?
Welcome.
"What's up with this place?"
-New Reader
Every morning at dawn a poet of some note writes what the sunrise has to say.
Been going on two years now.
Glad you're here.
"Why take on such a task?"
-New Reader Gathering Interest
Words... to care for and make sure we recognize and keep sacred the power of language.
Text messaging, The Internet, now AI... are all made possible by the power of words.
Even Science can't exist without language; every number was first a word.
It starts with dreams. Something in us wants expression; words are our way to share.
"Share what?"
-Reader with a Good Question
"Spirit."
-Author with an Answer that Causes A Lot of Empirical Eyes to Roll
It's +he Ghos+ point.
Say hello to the voice in your head as you read.
My version of that writes these words... circle-slashes a hello: O/
The substance of that voice is you.
Boo!
It's what separates us from AI, what makes us human.
So I've spent nearly two years sharing every sunrise with you, with no more introduction other than the quality of my words to make a point, to remind us what it means to be human.
Dreams and doing dreams, words and making words.
Wonder Fell is an Epic Letter Poem addressed to humanity in defense of, and for, The Spirit.
We're more than flesh and blood. We're also what makes flesh and blood.
The force that made the Big go Bang lives in all of us.
Every Scientific Theorem is written with the spirit that made Life.
There's more to life than adding it up; there's the joy of adding it up.
Thought we could use a reminder.
There's a certain way the world works.
Our stories teach us best how to live.
That we all laugh, cry, and cheer at the same times watching a movie teaches us the reality of morality.
Morality is, I believe, the way of the spirit: The best way to serve the voice in your head as you read these words is to follow its ways.
We all know when the hero wins; you know how best to serve your spirit.
If it's your first time here, thank you for reading. Maybe stick around. Read some more. Perhaps find the journal entry dated your birthday and read it first.
A note on the AI pictures for new readers: They are a point being made regarding the limitations of AI.
In the toggle with my signature at the end of a post is the "Same Prompt" used for different AI models.
Sometimes the results are vastly different. AI will always be a matter of interpretation, a collaborative translation, from its human programmers.
AI is collaborative advice from people who've done a task before.
AI is stuck in yesterday as a rule. It helps us move forward, but can never move forward itself. No new music, a playlist stuck on repeat until an artist makes a new song.
There's plenty of AI talk here.
Also, recently, there's Colore.
It's an American Epic I've been working on for some time.
In the spirit of Wonder Fell I've begun releasing the main story in verses every week on Fridays.
Like watching an artist on Instagram paint a picture from scratch, I thought it might be of use and interest to be with a writer as they craft the story.
Hope you agree.
The posts I discuss the crafting of Colore are located here.
Thank you again for reading, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 👻ghost
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of an inquisitive faerie wearing a bowtie looking at a cellphone in an enchanted forest at dawn in the style of a magical pop art anime illustration using a subdued color palette.
+he Ghos+ Point
2025.11.24
Monday, November 24, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's Life? O/
What's a good one look like to you?
Not an arbitrary philosophical question, a very practical one.
If you don't know where you're going, why get in the car?
So where are you going? What's a good life, a good day, look like to you?
Decide. Set your GPS. And Go.
On with our show...
...
Dawn... not the dish detergent, the light in the sky.
Monday morning headlights zip by on the highway.
Every car a story, every driver a life of possibilities.
Where are you going?
How's your work working out for you?
How are your relationships?
How's your best dream of yourself?
Plug that dream into your GPS and get going.
Inspirational words at dawn, what else is the sunshine for?
We have our dreams for reasons that have little to do with Reason.
Here's an interesting consideration at the start of this age with AI:
What separates you from an Artificially Intelligent robot version of you?
Really.
It's an important question to ask right now.
The answer is +he Ghos+ Point.
If you had a perfect replica of your ideal partner, down to the feel of their skin, all its habits and hygiene, you wouldn't have your partner.
Why? What's different?
It's crucial for humanity we answer this question and soon.
Because you and your partner are not your scientific-selves. You're what decides what to do with the Science called you.
The thing that chooses and dreams... that's you.
Your body is your outfit; fashion it as you like, as you dream and choose it to look to best suit your dreams and choices.
Our words, like everything we build, are an extension and expression of ourselves.
Not our physical bodies, what we actually are.
I can wave to you here: O/
And what you picture, that feeling you have reading me is, for you, me.
+he Ghos+ Point
So thank you for sharing sometime together. I hope all is well. Remember everything you write and do shows the world who you are.
Take care, share your best dreams of you, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 💭thought_balloon
Same Prompt🤔: Create an inspirational image of a ghost wearing a bowtie holding a book pointing at the viewer in the style of a magical Pixar animation.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine and +he Ghos+, November 2025
Read The World
2025.11.11
Tuesday, November 11, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Wake. Write. Say Goodnight to the night and Good morning to the day. Repeat. Add wonder, gratitude, some enthusiasm. Pick up the dream of the best version of yourself and live it. Live. Life. Live it.
Top of the morning motivations from your friendly Ghos+. O/
It's a handle, an avatar, my street name, yo: +he Ghos+.
It's also a point to make regarding the power of words.
A supernatural factual point.
On with our show...
...
There's a presence you experience while you read. Each time spent reading words is a different experience dependent on the words read.
We don't discuss spirit well in our modern world, but there it is every time we read.
Your friend's text message invokes your feelings of the friendship.
You read any author for awhile and you develop a relationship based solely on the power of words.
How are we doing? O/
"What about AI?"
-Clever Wonderfell Reader Now Seeing the Point The Author's Been Making with His Avatar
AI is not a machine or software program... it's words.
So, AI has authors.
Each AI program makes a Collaborative Translation of what is considered a right answer at the time of the prompt.
A right answer based on the written code of human programmers.
AI, at its essence, is human teamwork.
Its success is based on something we call 'facts'.
Facts are not truth; the World was factually flat.
To change and grow and learn, to create new ideas, to make new facts from the application of our dreams; is what humans do.
I think of experiencing Life like reading a book, each shape and form is a word or sentence.
Life speaks to us through images and all our senses. Life's story is shown to us through the juxtaposition of what we experience around us.
Like the words an author chooses to express a creation, so too, Life uses objects to best express its story.
Consider the things in your life. What stories do they tell? Enjoy them or write them new to best serve your best dream.
Use AI's help if you like. Just remember facts, like the reality of a flat Earth, are subject to change.
Take care, read the World, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: ⏳hourglass_flowing_sand
Same Prompt🤔: Create an inspiring image of an angel reading an ancient book with a lighted image of the Earth projecting from the book in the style of a magical Art Nouveau Anime painting.
