Undead and Formerly Tortured

Wednesday, October 15, 2025

Good morning, The Wonderfell 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...

Depending on how much Wonderfell 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, with 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 literally to share words with you.

A literal, literary ghost making Literature.

For you. O/

Then there's nearly 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. (See the title of the site for proof.)

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 Wonderfell 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.