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March 12, 2025

It’s Not You, Chicken & The Egg, It’s Me

I must address you first, you fragile marvel of the universe, because you deserve far better than what I’ve given you. I’ve plucked you from nests, bought you from co-ops, and judged you in cartons, only to subject you to […]

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March 10, 2025

The Commendation of the Starving Artist

The holy trinity of creative survival: boundary-setting, invoice-sending, and remembering that perfectionism is just procrastination wearing a tuxedo.

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March 8, 2025

The Last Copywriter

“Carefully curated from the finest digital terrain, each click delivers a burst of handcrafted wonder. Small-batch adventures, no artificial boundaries. Satisfaction guaranteed or your curiosity back.”

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March 7, 2025

Opie Cooper (May) Not Flourish

Opie didn’t write out the word “flourish,” and not simply because he had no clue how to spell it. It was because the word made him angry. It made no sense. He didn’t understand it.

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March 7, 2025

Opie Cooper (MAY) Panic

School had a way of draining the enchantment from words, insisting on a “proper” way to say things. This rigid approach turned reading aloud into a minefield of potential missteps…

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March 7, 2025

A Horse Walks Into… Stop Me If You Heard This

The bell above the bar door jingled, cutting through the low hum of conversation. Heads turned—more out of habit than curiosity —and the usual bar chatter fell silent as the door swung open, revealing an unexpected visitor. A horse. Tall […]

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March 7, 2025

Stop Me If You Heard This: The Two Knocks

In the quiet moments between day and night, when the world holds its breath, a soft sound broke the stillness. A knock. Not the thunderous kind, but gentle—a rhythm against the door, as though the night itself had grown bored […]

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March 7, 2025

PICTURESWORTH: Alarm Clock Almighty

The bedroom lies in quiet stillness, bathed in the soft, muted glow of early morning light. The bedside table takes center stage, home to a seemingly innocuous alarm clock. Its digital face burns 6:01, while resting atop a stack of […]

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March 7, 2025

Dear Starving Artists. ONE of us has to live. I volunteer.

Dear starving artists, One of us has to live. I volunteer. Not out of selfishness, mind you. Not because I don’t believe in the struggle or the romance of unpaid brilliance. Not because I don’t admire your dedication, your refusal […]