Wonder Fell Itself
Thoughts on Wonder Fell itself...
Wonder Fell Isn't Difficult to Find
All you need is to be able to look past spectacle and have a strong belief in the power of words.
Saturday, May 30, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Every morning: You, me, a cup of tea, and the sunrise.
New thoughts from this Living Large Language Model Poet, Wynn.
What's on Wonder Fell AI bots can never offer: Something new... a new way to see.
Perhaps, if you consider yourself the creative type (and you really should it's a great way to live) you might find some comfort or inspiration here.
Wonder Fell isn't difficult to find. All you need is to be able to look past spectacle and have a strong belief in the power of words.
Glad you can, glad you do, glad you decided to join me here. Let's keep the wonder going...
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Sun shows a single cloud for a sky. Wind gusts pollen and seeds from tree limbs. Autumn's stubborn leaves that survived the winter finally shake and fall.
A shorter entry today. There's the distribution of New-New Hampshire to work on.
Wonder Fell, this journal, will always be free; but a poet has to eat.
It will be interesting to see people's response to the anthology during these disjointed times.
The reaction will be another thing to write with the sunrise.
Thanks for reading. If you're interested in New-New Hampshire, best read it now as it heads for more formal publication soon.
~ Wynn ~
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Dog. Hat. Raincoat.
All reading is an act of resurrection.
Friday, May 29, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Words and what they're for. My Life's purpose and what Wonder Fell is all about.
I sit everyday with the sunrise and share my morning thoughts with the world to remind us all what words are for and are.
Sentences are more than cold dead facts for characters in a video game called AI. Language is the living breathing story of creation. Life isn't dead yet; language grows and goes on.
Poets pride ourselves on a conciseness of language. More important than brevity to the success of our work is the form of each poem.
What to write to remind people the true power of words in AI's infancy?
A poet's own Large Language Model of words with every sunrise.
There's no flash here, no sensationalism; just words and what you bring to them as you read.
All reading is an act of resurrection.
Thanks for bringing these words to life again.
Your eyes are like suns pouring the light of the colors of Imagination into these words as you read.
Dog. Hat. Raincoat.
See? You saw them. Somehow, with some ancient magic, you saw them.
Wonder how you did.
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Colore continues.
Interesting what happens when you take on a project as large as Colore. There is no physical way to sit down and write the whole thing. So... you have to pace yourself and know what comes next.
I took time to get better acquainted with The World of Colore itself. World building, as us fantasy nerds call it.
See the maps in any version of any of The Lord of the Rings series for further explanation.
So an introduction: Into the World of Colore, I'll work on today.
Thanks for reading.
Your Friendly Nation-hood Ghost,
~ Wynn ~
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You Are Your Wonder
Within every drop of light there's something worth wondering about.
Thursday, May 28, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
"He treated life like a game and not a gift, and so was always secretly miserable winning or losing."
A line from some prose I'm working on that greeted me this morning.
Speaking of prose-ish things, Colore updates on Friday return again.
Once a week is a good metric, for now.
Back to the sunrise...
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Cool idyllic New England Spring morning. Sparrows chirp, wrens whistle, robins peck and seek through fallen twigs and leaves to pad the nurseries in their nests.
A few kind clouds breeze by.
I sometimes wonder if I should just drop this journal and start the day with more traditional writing to share.
But then I go about the day with all the impersonal flashes of text on screens, screens, everywhere and I keep Wonder Fell rolling.
Words are here to share the human experience of Life. From Media madness to Scientific dull, from Religious sermons to Nature documentaries, from giggling gossip to prophetic Poetry; words define our experience so we can share our experience.
There's memoir to discuss individual moments of an individuals life. But there's another kind of personal writing: original thought.
O/
More than what's sensing Life, we're also what's considering Life.
You are your wonder.
Sunlight falls like rain to color The World.
Within every drop of light there's something worth wondering about.
The Sun rose.
Wonder fell.
What's it to you?
Put some words to your wonder. Call it your life. Enjoy the sunshine. And, as always, from my considering Ghost to yours, thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
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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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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 ~
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Exquisite Tastes
There's fine dining on Wonder Fell.
Wednesday, May 20, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Summer decided to visit Spring for a couple days yesterday. This morning is muggy, humid potential, an incubator for what's green.
Just a poet's morning journal to juxtapose the algorithmic AI Babylonian Cloud Beast so much of the Internet shows lately. A reminder our words, and so our lives, can be something more than Artificially Intelligent. Our lives can be Beautiful.
Thought we could all use a reminder: We are what we eat. Words and images are part of our diet. There's fine dining on Wonder Fell. You have exquisite tastes. Thanks for reading.
The site's changed its aesthetic over the years. The convention of blogposts to start off with a relevant pic of some sort I've replaced with the first page image of each handwritten journal entry.
Words are enough.
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Did you ever wonder about poets and artists, what our lives are like and for?
There's something else here in every room with you. Some force that makes us want to create and share.
It's more than just the will to survive.
Did you ever look at a sunrise and think 'Wow, that's beautiful'?
Most of us have.
What's up with that?
Darwin and Einstein can't help make sense of that reality. We need artists and poets to answer that call.
O/
A certain sentiment like a certain sunrise swells in an artist. Perhaps it's an idea for a story, a memory of light for a painter, a melody like a robin's song for a musician. This dream fills the artist with hours of joy and reflection.
We all have daydreams like that.
The difference between an artist and a non-artist is in the generous desire to share the joyful dream.
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Another verse of Colore posts soon.
The World Building phase is through.
I like weekly posts for the frequency. A throwback to the days before binge-able television shows. Once a week episodes for The Epic. Something to look forward to.
Fridays work.
New-New Hampshire is just about set to land on The Kindle Store. Depending on how stream-lined that process is and how quick finishing up Wonder Fell's clean-up goes decides whether Colore posts this Friday or next.
Business thoughts...
Writer, editor, publisher... just a guy who loves sharing his joyful dreams in hopes they're as much help to you as they've been to me.
Thanks for reading. Have a joyous dream, share it, call yourself an artist and have a wonderful day already.
~ Wynn ~
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AI's Not Going to Feed Itself
May your Art help feed a starving, lonely, technologically algorithmic world.
Tuesday, May 19, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
A concert hall diva robin center stages the dawn while a steady stream of interstate traffic wooshes to work.
Cool Spring morning air makes way for Summer like temperatures.
Thoughts of the usual themes of this journal and their worth. Months ago I wrote: A poet's morning journal reflections in the time of AI and algorithm's infancy is like playing Mozart in a moshpit. How to get the thrashing verbose world to hear it?
I believe despite all the gadget obsessed hype, all the entertain me now news flashes, and trips to The Moon; there's still a need for what's Beautiful in Life.
Why get in the space shuttle at all if not for the view?
There's still Earth-rise worthy views standing on our planet when you know how to look and how to use your words to interpret the sight.
There's wonder in every ray of every sunrise. We measure it with music, with art, with lyrical language.
No amount of worldly success is worth a penny to the person who cannot sit in fascination of the dawn.
What is this place? Where did you land? What in the world is this World? Why do you see it your particular way?
Did you know the way you see the color blue isn't how anyone else does?
Even the stodgiest Scientist agrees no two views of the sky are ever exactly the same.
Every hue of color is a song, we hear them with our eyes in our own unique way.
How'd we forget?
Human witness and record is responsible for everything we see and share. Each witness is unique. Because our reception of Life is solely our own we are always valuable.
The World needs your witness, your art.
AI's not going to feed itself, after all.
So Wonder Fell marches on a poet's song for the morning.
The only algorithm here is a poet's witness and report.
Glad you found me. Words like a sunrise are wasted without witness.
Thank you for your recognition.
May your Art help feed a starving, lonely, technologically algorithmic world.
~ Wynn ~
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Wynn's Own Large Language Model of Wordly Art
Syntax at Sunrise, For You
Monday, May 18, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
How's the day?
Readers of Wonder Fell, makers of beautiful lives and Art, how's your sunshine?
Another introduction, incase you're new here: A poet, a father, a survivor, a literal ghost ghosting you to make a point regarding the real power of language in this era of AI's infancy.
Language is a mirror of Life, and so it grows. If words were bought at a grocery store, they'd be in the organic food section.
For the pun and the way they're made.
Language is like the colors of a bird's plumage. The more beautiful, clear, and recognizable the expression the better the reception.
Sure, beautiful words and wings help every person and peacock get a date, but they also increase the quality of all correspondence.
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Artificial Intelligence is a morphing regurgitating cloud of human expressions.
It's a select record of a point in humanity's timeline. It can only tell us what was correct, not what is right. There's still plenty of Flat-Earth Science in The World waiting for words to make it round, still plenty of Mona Lisas waiting to smile.
Large Language Models starve without visionaries and artists.
So prepare for a New World Order everyone.
Really.
Visionaries and Artists send your thanks to Science. We're soon to be the most marketable commodity.
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Some dreams of our future in today's sunrise.
Anyone proficient in video games with the right application can make a hit pop song or film. But not everyone can play concert level piano or act Shakespeare on a stage.
Prepare for an insurgence of Live Art. Theatre, concerts, and Art galleries will boom in the coming decades.
Artists prepare for worldly respect.
As far as fiction goes, I see the world turning more towards how Wonder Fell is set up.
"How foresight-ful of you, Wynn."
-Favorite Wonder Fell Reader
"You know it."
-Favorite (and only) Wonder Fell Author
There's me. O/ There's my words.
Here's me. O/ Here's my words.
Wonder Fell: Wynn's Own Large Language Model of Wordly Art.
Syntax at Sunrise, For You.
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Ultimately Art is all about what it means to be human. Words are one of our greatest ways (perhaps the best) to share our experience, and so grow our experience of Life.
There's touch, of course. But touch means so much more being able to mean so much more full of clear, concise, beautiful language in every point of contact.
An embrace from your lover after they read a love letter you wrote for them proves the point and power of the written word.
And the impotency of AI.
Keep creating artists, lovers of the dawn, languishers in moonlight. The World needs your reasons for an embrace.
~ Wynn ~
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