by Jim Stitzel | Oct 2, 2026 | Stories
Twenty-four blackbirds perched on a fence, observing a great blue heron in the drainage ditch before them. The ditch itself had about six inches of water in it, remnants of the previous night’s storm. The heron wasn’t doing anything in particular besides just standing...
by Jim Stitzel | Sep 28, 2026 | General
Ten days ago, I had a vasectomy. I took a day off from work to get it done because I knew I was going to need a few days of rest before going back to work. And it was the absolute easiest procedure. The whole thing took less than 30 minutes, and I was out of there....
by Jim Stitzel | Aug 21, 2026 | General
My ducks are not in a row.They are scattered,And one is drunk off its ass.The disarray is not of my choosing.It imposed itself on my rowless ducks.But I have made no effortTo make sense of the chaos.The lie where they have fallen,And I am content to leave them...
by Jim Stitzel | Aug 13, 2026 | General
It’s been a number of years now since I’ve dealt with any kind of significant back pain. Which is almost ironic considering that 1) I still have degenerative disc disease, and 2) I’m still carrying around more weight than I ought to be. But I’m not stupid about how I...
by Jim Stitzel | Jun 25, 2026 | Stories
This entry is part 1 of 1 in the series Isme BlackwellIsme Blackwell played her flashlight off the walls of the warehouse. It was empty except for the racks, which stood like steel skeletons shadowed in the darkness. The place was perfectly silent, making her...
