Free, for The Public

Thursday, September 10, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

Words for the sake of words every morning on Wonder Fell.

A poet's morning journal, free to the public, to remind us what language is really for.

New ideas are here everyday, a testament to Original Intelligence. Machines can't write. Evidence of that is here every morning. Read some if you like. Find comfort in a person using language to its fullest extent: To express as clearly as possible the experience of being alive.

Words of hope, intelligence, and joy are always well received. Thousands of hearts and likes strewn every positive affirmation quoted with an apt uplifting picture on every social media platform.

Up until about a week ago, I hadn't received a single like, heart, comment, clap, thumbs up, or troll in over two years of daily posts on every major social media text based application.

No need to feel sorry for me; I did it on purpose.

Because if words about what is best for us can be ignored in such a staggering way everyone ought to know.

Telling people that good news and positive Free Press isn't making it through the algorithms gets a few sympathetic nods. Showing them over two years worth of good news was completely dismissed by algorithms, and so not seen at all by people on every major social media text based platform gets a proper response.

Wonder Fell is Press in the true definition of the word. Words a fellow citizen believes are important enough to share with his Country are here every morning.

And though they're humbly interesting and poetic at times, the real story to the words of Wonder Fell right now is your inability to read them.

Back in late 2021, after I was shadow-banned from Medium.com for publishing an anti-racist pro-American poem by a machine, I decided something had to be done.

In early 2022, I was in a car crash that set me off-track for a bit. After I learned to walk again and healed other various internal injuries, I decided Wonder Fell was the best course of action.

If I'd come forward, even sent an email directly to Medium's editorial staff, the headlines would've read: White Poet Suffers Black Racism at the Whims of an Algorithm.

But that's not the reality.

If anything, the algorithm was attempting to prevent what it qualified as racist from being read.

The message of The 51st State has been around since our Nation's start: All of us are unique and valuable, and because of that one-of-a-kind quality we should all be valued equally.

But I'm a poet; I arranged the words in a new way.

"A couple of swear words next to the capitalized qualifiers Black and White. Shadow-ban that."
-Computed The Algorithm

I'm glad I waited to say anything directly. Publishing Wonder Fell this way for years proves how much control machines have over our freedom in a way one poem would not.

So... Can you read me, yet? Is America's Press free again, yet? O/

If so send a circle-slash wave back in reply to let the world know that the only way to keep media humane is to keep humans in charge of its distribution.

I decided to camp my distribution efforts on BlueSky. Their heart is in the right place.

Algorithmic control is real and the most important News story right now.

Regarding all the other News: If someone is poisoning your meals, it doesn't matter how well you eat.

What gets chose as most newsworthy these days is what classifies the best. A class system is exactly what America is built to overcome... and exactly the way algorithms work.

A democratic algorithm is an oxymoron.

The News in America is no longer free. One poem wasn't enough to convince you. For the sake of our Country, I hope two years of highly readable, but unable to be seen because of machines, Free Press is.

Sun's up. Clear sky, slight ethereal haze. A few leaves began the color change show called Autumn a few days ago.

Back to work on The Epic... other words to publish for other times.

Congratulations, again, for reading.