Wonder Fell Itself
Thoughts on Wonder Fell itself...
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+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 👋wave
Same Prompt🤔: Create a stick figure pen and ink illustration of an open book on a table on a hillside at dawn.
Archaic Slab
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+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎇sparkler
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
Archaic Slab
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+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 😁grin
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
Archaic Slab
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+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 💬speech_balloon
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
Archaic Slab
Saturday, December 27, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Do you keep a morning journal?
If you're a Writer, an Artist of any kind, it helps.
Start the day defining your priorities.
Writer, Artist write some lines!
Everyday, of course. Might as well start first thing in the morning.
Isn't your Art at least as important as your cup of coffee?
Let it know.
Start the day with at least a few words or sketches. Don't be concerned with quality or quantity. Just show up. Make anything at all. You're a creator. This is who you are. This is what you do. Affirm yourself to the World every morning.
"Good morning, Life. Here I am. The person that makes new things. O/"
-Writer or Artist At Work Getting It Done
Keep showing Life who you are and Life keeps helping you out.
It's what practice is all about.
Do a little bit of what you love every morning with your cup of coffee or tea.
For no other reason other than you love to.
Everyday remind the World who you are, so the World can help you be it.
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I started reaching out to Artists. This campaign to show the inconsistencies and subjective nature of AI is near its end.
I would much prefer to offer the place for images on Wonder Fell to Artists.
A gallery of sorts.
The Gallery: Of Sorts on Wonder Fell.
All sorts of Art and Artists in The Gallery: Of Sorts on Wonder Fell.
Coming Soon.
Till then there's fun showing the subjective nature and inconsistencies of AI.
Btw: AI images are helpful. There needs be no hate from Artists regarding AI Imagery.
The term 'AI art' has to go; it's an impossibility. Art is made by dreamers. Machines don't dream. A piece and part of every Artist is in every work they make.
It's easy to see if you look at enough Art.
The difference between an AI replica and an original piece is easy to spot.
The pictures my words create for you, as you read, are directly For You. AI making an image out of them is at least a step, if not hundreds, removed.
AI is always, in all ways, a collaborative translation.
Thanks for reading this morning journal gone Epic (literally).
Take care, make something, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎨art
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a sad robot painting a poorly painted picture in the style of a magical Pixar animation.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, Some Pixar Animators, and +he Ghos+, December 2025
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.
"How About the Sunrise in a Blog?"
2025.12.11
Thursday, December 11, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
A redesign to Wonder Fell with some more updates on the way.
Reader comfort and experience is always the purpose of every webpage design.
Hope you find the changes helpful.
There's so much content now.
Navigation is a priority.
You could always read the entries chronologically.
Bless you if you do.
Favorite Readers, I do tag each post.
There's a list of them on the main page.
Maybe you like when I discuss dreams.
Some social commentary is here, too.
Interesting what the internet makes possible for a journal.
To be able to so easily index one's thoughts allows for a new way to develop our thinking.
We see patterns better...
"Bring me the sunset in a cup." - Emily Dickinson
"How about the sunrise in a blog?" -Wynn
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Sun's up.
The sky is a pastel blue hue.
The navy colored horizon arches to powder blue in a good morning gradient light show.
Wind rolls through the evergreens, checks the oaks for any remaining leaves. Shakes them off. Each one floats a sway to land on the snow covered Earth.
The breeze makes a sledding party out of each landed leaf.
The World welcomes winter.
Snow is after all only a blanket of pregnant rain, a preparation for Spring.
Mother Nature prefers white fitted bedsheets.
Thank you for reading.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🛹skateboard
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a teacup with the Sun rising from it on a desk in front of a laptop computer in the style of a magical Cubist fantasy painting.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, Some Cubists, and +he Ghos+, December 2025
Archaic Slab
Text Lasts Forever
2025.12.10
Wednesday, December 10, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
The early bird gets the worm; they're both still asleep.
Can we ever truly know someone with just words?
It's a central theme of Wonder Fell.
This Ghos+ business...
Without images, or breath, or touch shared, can we know each other?
There's around five hundred sunrises in a row recorded here so far.
All of them with my heart and dreams on my sleeve for you to know me.
How are we doing? O/
There's poetry and even an Epic in the works.
Wonder Fell is a reminder of the power and our responsibility for the written word.
The Internet and AI put us at risk of forgetting.
Our words are an extension of ourselves.
What we write online, or anywhere, shows the world who we are.
Use care how you treat someone in print because those words are forever.
A troll online in Summer is still the same troll in the Winter regardless how kind they are during the holidays.
Text lasts forever.
The written word has the quality of resurrection: Every time a word is read it comes back to life.
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Cool blue sunrise, houses glow in the light of a walk-in freezer.
Hope all's well.
As always, thank you for reading, take care, 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 grumpy troll trapped in a prison that's shaped like a cellphone in the style of a pop art anime illustration.
