Our Medicine or Poison

Thursday, January 29, 2026

Good morning, The Wondefell Way.

Wax on with the Moon Poet with the Sun on the way.

How's your day?

Business talk thoughts this morning. Colore, of course, is still in the works. Expect a lot of content in it next month.

Finishing up production of an anthology of poems and short poetic essays to release in the next few weeks.

It's time; it's presentation.

The Country could use some practical words of Hope in a new way. O/

We all do our part, or we all fall apart.

The cause of all of America's ills right now is our use of language.

Our media and the majority of our politicians use words for their own convenience and not the public good.

They're in the wrong professions.

We don't go into Government to make a fortune. We go into politics to help us all be more fortunate.

The purpose of a free press is to bring people together not tear us apart.

It's words; it's respect of profession.

Someone's got to stand up for our words. A Nation whose foundation is a living document cannot survive on lies of convenience.

I'd rather write about the sunrise, but we could use a reminder. And as words are my life and they're under fire, I'm stepping up.

If you wouldn't trust someone to watch your children, don't vote for them.

Because caring for our children is part of their job.

Colore, and the anthology (the name's a surprise) I'll soon publish formally, discuss the topic of language's responsibility and role in the world.

In a poetical kind of way, of course.

Words are our medicine or poison.

It's time we remember.

Thanks for reading, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.