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Undead and Formerly Tortured
2025.10.15
Wednesday, October 15, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Dawn fades off the Night, brings on the Sun and another installment of your favorite Ghos+ Poet's Journal. O/
There's talk of Dead Poets and Tortured Poets... here's talk from an Undead and Formerly Tortured Poet to start your sunrise with some sunshine.
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
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Depending on how much Wonder Fell you've read, you may not know that I am actually undead.
Scientifically so.
In February of 2022 an SUV crossed a double yellow at over 50 miles an hour and drove right into my driver's seat and into my lap.
I flatlined for a short time and shot back to life, barely conscious. I came to 3 days later in an ICU with my left leg split in two, a host of internal injuries, and a team of doctors and nurses waiting for me to remain steady enough so they could operate and put my leg back together.
They did. I walk again. Thank you all.
So, I've come back from the dead to share words with you.
A literal, literary ghost making Literature.
For you. O/
Then there's over a decade fighting a chronic auto-immune disease into remission to take care of the Tortured Poet part.
Scientifically so.
Metaphorical torment is a waste of a poet's time. There's Wonder in the World.
Life can be good, so it should be.
We ought to demand it is more.
We all know when every hero wins.
We all know what's right.
So what's up with the News?
Consider Wonder Fell a place to take a breath, relax, and remember your dreams of a good life. They're yours for a reason.
They're your hope for The World, Hero.
I wish you well making them real.
Take care today, do your best to be your best and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 👻ghost (ofc)
Same Prompt: Create an image of a joyful ghost writing in a journal outside at dawn in New England in the style of a magical Studio Ghibli Impressionist Anime Painting.
If you're interested, more posts about the author O/ are found here:
What's It All For?
2025.08.18
Monday, August 18, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hello, again. O/
Here's the rub... magnetic pen swipes on an e-ink screen at sunrise.
Cool cloud sunlight, a steady gentle breeze brings a reminder: "Autumn's near."
"Don't rush Summer away, Ghos+."
- Comfortably Clad in Crocs at the Beach Reader
Summer's cool; these waves of heatwaves got to go though.
Hope all's well with you, staying your cool self.
On with our show...
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This hello to the morning and you...
What's it all for?
A question Wonder Fell Reader: What do you do when your life has been an exercise in overcoming Hell and you won?
What's next?
That question is where I've been lately and my reason for this website.
After I reached remission, I decided my time was too valuable to be spent on anything other than what I love most.
For me that's writing and hanging out with my rescued hound dog, Abe.
With writing, like all works of art, all work at all; it has to be shared to be complete.
I click publish and send everyday.
Being forced alone by a body at war with itself most of my life brought me insight on the utility of dreams.
I share those sentiments every morning here.
I know they can be of service to you.
Understanding the value of dreams and utilizing it broke me free from Hell, a body, and so a life, at war with itself.
We have to be of service in someway to feel fulfilled.
Even if that act of service is as simple as bringing a smile to a friend's face, doing an act to help Life persist is mandatory to fully experience a successful Life.
So here I am every morning, Mr. Wonder Fell Sunshine with words of encouragement in a weary world.
Peace and reflection for breakfast versus the usual cellphone cereal bowl full of shock treatments.
Your Life is worth your consideration.
Your time is your greatest gift.
Your time is literally you.
Spend it well, share it better, choose dreams that inspire you and get to work on them.
One concerned moment of care at a time.
There's no other way to live well.
To fulfill dreams is what our body is made for.
Take the time to sit quiet and know your best dreams of life, take some step no matter the size to bring that dream to reality, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🆕new
Promptly Spoke: Create an image of a badger daydreaming while sitting on the beach wearing Crocs during a sunrise in summer in the style of a magical vintage comic strip illustration.
Work
2025.07.13
Sunday, July 13, 2025
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
Howdy. O/ 🤠
Welcome back to The First Day of the Rest of Your Life.
A.K.A.: Today.
Hope all's well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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"All you do is write."
- Overexaggerating, Though Close to the Truth, Friend
It's Love.
Illness kept me from it for so much of my adult life.
You learn to value time when you're restricted access to the things people take for granted.
Like when you're thirsty you stand up and get something from the kitchen to drink.
If you never had to base that trip to the fridge on when the medications in your system were strong enough to allow it without a crawl, consider yourself luckier than you know.
I love to write; it's my work.
When I went into remission, I went into my work.
Now, when I want a glass of water I don't have to plan the event.
Now this body has enough health and energy to move a pen or push some keys while daydreaming.
Funny where morning thoughts wander to and wonder over when you pause to consider them.
Or, when you reread a year's worth of past morning journal posts.
I do hope this journal is useful for you.
If it only serves as a reminder that there's a lot more going on in this process called Life than we can touch and measure with numbers, I'll consider it a win.
(And a pun.)
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Our technology is at an evolutionary critical mass.
AI can be a sedative to induce an existential crisis, or it can be a great tool for inspiration and growth.
Recognizing it as the latter is necessity for the survival of our species.
To view AI as a reason to sit on your behind and let the machines do the work, admits an ignorance as to what work actually is...
Actions to serve humanity, to serve Life.
Those actions, the acts of our work, now have more room for more imaginative ways.
Imagination, and not sweaty labor or clever computations, now becomes the most sought after job skill.
Finally.
Good show Science.
It's time to pass the reigns over to the artists to move our society forward, to evolve our race.
Take care, dream great dreams, feed them to an AI bot, enjoy the results, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Thanks Abe
2025.06.12
Thursday, June 12, 2025
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
Hola. O/
Buenos Day, The Spanglish Way.
Hope all's well with you,
Muy bien, too.
Time to go.
So, on with our show...
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He did it!
Yesterday Abe caught a rabbit.
A little bunny the size of a hand.
"Cheep! Cheep! Squeak!"
- Bunny Lounging in Abe's Mouth
I went outside to assess the situation. Walked up to him. Stared at him. "Put it down."
He sad puppy eyed me. "Drop it."
He walked to the porch and set it down at the top of the stairs.
Shocked or dead the bunny didn't move.
I put Abe back in the house.
A small jab at the rabbit and it sprang to life! Hopped along, jumped off the porch and was gone.
Abe's a big guy, a mountain hound dog cross from Texas around 80 pounds.
The rabbit was unharmed.
Abe is gentle with his squeak toys.
I stopped him before he could pull the stuffing out of this one to get the squeaker.
Cotton fluff on the porch leaves a preferable mess on the porch.
Back outside Abe sniffed around, recognized the scent trail led over the fence, circled the yard one more time, and returned to his regularly scheduled daydream in the evening sun.
We name something; we give it a story; we make life into A Life.
A wild dog in Texas woods would have had a nice dinner.
Proud Abe went to his own grocery store and brought me back a squeaky toy for a change.
He's a true friend and knows I prefer the battery operated push one button and watch them run kind.
Thanks Abe.
Take care, play with your toys and not your dinner, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Somber
2025.05.27
Tuesday, May 27, 2025
Good morning, That Wonder Fell Way.
O/ Up an at 'em. Got the datum, making the pixels glow.
How's your flow, yo?
"Change your voice, Ghos+?"
- Dedicated Inquisitive Reader
Nah, just some word play to start the day.
Hope all's well.
Here we go.
On with our show... yo.
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Sun's been up awhile.
Songbirds muffled by the sounds of highway commuter mufflers.
There's a lot to say this morning.
The words go slow for so much wanting to be said.
Do you have times like that?
There's so much to do, where do you start?
"At the beginning."
- A Clever Answerer.
But to have a start you have to pick a starting place.
So picking a starting place is where to start.
"Whatcha up to, Ghos+? Whatcha starting?"
-Curious Kind Reader
Recruitment, for one. Gathering some new readers. Increasing our Ghos+ Family. Our Boo Crew. (Clever name to grace bumper stickers and T-shirts.)
Reaching out to old friends. Been laying low for sometime now. Work. Work. Work requires solitude. Solitude requires a desert island or off-the-grid nerves of steel.
Access to the first was limited so... quiet calloused me.
Introspective me this morning.
I forget it's a journal at times.
So much of it is in 2nd person writing to you. (Thanks for reading, of course. O/)
There's dreams, there's writing itself, there's the impact of AI, , there's New-New Hampshire....
But where's Wynn?
Off in dreams writing them down.
"You should go personal more, Ghos+. Who writes stuff like this?"
-Caring Thoughtful Reader
There's not much in way of details. A few entries touch on it.
Spent most of my adult life fighting illness while being a father, struggled to get to writing everyday, a word, a sentence, a paragraph most days. Got a miracle, went into remission, put my head down and went on my mission fulltime to write and write and write.
O/ Still going.
I keep at it.... an in his 40's guy, healthy finally, with his whole life ahead of him.
Kind of somber tone this morning.
Hope your day is sunshine wonderful comfort.
Take care, think about yourself on purpose a little today, and make wonderful our wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Obviously
2025.05.24
Saturday, May 24, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ How's your morning?
Inspired? What you desired?
Hope it's well.
There's a good day ahead if you're aware enough to notice it.
Thanks again for reading.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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"What's up with all the positive thinking Ghos+? Why the good cheer?"
-Dedicated Sometimes Jaded Reader
With all the flash out for your attention everyday, at times it can be tough to remember The World is a good place because it can be one.
The health of the whole world is a shared choice.
I prefer you make your choices in a good mood.
It makes a better world for Abe and I to wake up to.
And you, too.
So smile, laugh, and like it. There's a whole world worth being better.
A few new choices here and there from any of us are the only things that determine if we have a good day or a really good day.
I prefer wonderful ones.
Obviously.
If I ever get another dog, I consider naming it, 'Obviously.'
Because there's just somethings a dog ought to just know...
Wynn: (holding a treat above the dog's head) Sit, Obviously.
Wynn: (throws the ball) Fetch it, Obviously. Go Fetch!
Wynn: (closing his eyes comfortably in bed...dog sniffs his face) Go lie down, Obviously.
Wynn: (pizza guy knocks at the door...dog barks) Quiet, Obviously! Quiet!
(Sunset over a picturesque New England landscape. Songbirds tweet their final tweets of the day. Wynn and the dog walk outside.)
Wynn: (gently pats the dog, then pulls on its leash) Let's go home, Obviously.
Take care and make wonderful your wonderful day.
Obviously.
+he Ghos+
Talks About It
2025.05.23
Friday, May 23, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ Yo-yo-yo.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Love. We ought to talk about it.
Seeing as I'm a Poet and it's one of our job expectations, and I'm feeling as true to my work as ever this morning, it's a good time.
"It's his journal. He's a Poet."
- Dedicated Reader
"Is he gay?"
-Clueless Victim of Society
The quick easy answer to that question is no. An emphatic no.
For me, it's always been women.
The more important response is the question both breaks my heart and pisses me off.
In a world of billions, if you're lucky enough to have someone love you in a way you recognize to love back, consider yourself blessed.
Plumbing preferences are political; sex is private intimate partnership.
Two choices make and sustain love, not a society's expectations.
If you're proud to be, 'Gay, Straight, Bi, Pick-a-Prefix,' you're proud to be political and not in love.
Quick fix swipe left, swipe right club floor barroom hook-ups lack intimacy and so lack a chance for love.
If you won't do it sober, you shouldn't do it.
A good rule for everything, most especially sex.
It's a disservice to your body, your compassion, and the dream of what it means to be human.
Poets sing about love because we're all about relationships.
A new relationship of anything to anything else makes a new metaphor.
To make metaphors: Is what the meta is for.
Our whole experience of life is defined by how we pick two objects not usually associated and define a new understanding from the partnership with words to give new meaning to the interactions the pairing creates.
To share these new relationships with words is the work of The Poet.
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Light rain again today; the grackles are back.
Crows you'd call them if you didn't know much about birds.
But if you look closer a grackle is a rainbow's shine against a night sky.
There are rainbows, and a world stuck in the dark, stuck in our language of love.
But Life has always been about living color and falling in Love is always done best at night.
Politics provide a place for Love to exist in intimacy and safety.
Recognition of a shared dream and not prefixes of plumbing preference define potential love.
Take care, love something on purpose, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Mornings Like These Moments
2025.04.09
Wednesday, April 09, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Hi. O/
How’s the world around you?
Something new?
Something tried and true?
A little of both, I’m sure.
Thanks for reading.
On with our show.
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Long sleep, vivid dreams; how about you?
Get up early? Go back to bed?
The Sun comes up on sleepers and go-getters; either way there’s a day everyday, every time, you open your eyes.
Sounds like stating the obvious, but we do at times forget Life is given to us, not as a burden, as a gift.
Make your world worth the recognition that you received a present when that spark so many birthdays ago set you alight to see the light of a new day.
That’s a good way to live: Always in thankful wonder, steps of gratitude to the next task at hand.
It’s only idealistic if you refuse to live it, only a dream if you keep it hidden from your hands.
Been a long time living this writing life kind of dream for me. It’s the only one worthwhile to me.
Through fighting ill most days, through the everyday tasks we share, it’s always here.
Every checklist I ever wrote since my teens had the same task on it: Write.
Finally healthy enough, I set out, not to catch-up, but to spend my days doing what I love most, what was so neglected from having to fight to stay alive just for the chance do so.
It’s important I take moments like this morning to remind myself mornings like these moments spent writing like this were not possible.
Important I congratulate myself for the win.
Thank you again for reading. I hope you found something you love enough to want to have in your life everyday. Hope you’re brave enough to build your life around doing it everyday. Hope the loud of the world doesn’t keep your joys from bringing you joy.
There’s a place for your dreams to be real, but only if you make one, protect it, and like a garden care for it by returning to it and giving it the great care it deserves every chance you allow yourself.
If your worldly success keeps you from your best dreams of yourself, it is not a success; it is someone else’s idea of what a successful life looks like for you.
I do hope you take time out, decide what is truly important to you and build your world a safe, comfortable, encouraging place to see those dreams made real.
That’s my hope for you.
Find your best dream of your life and work to make it something beautiful everyday.
Wake up each day and keep it going.
Take care, feed your dreams (and your dog... Abe wanted me to remind you), work your dreams, congratulate yourself once and awhile while you watch them grow, while you make a wonderful day. O/