Jim Stitzel
Jack-of-All-Trades, Master of WordsExcerpts from Life
I Am a Changeling
So, in publishing that thing to my blog yesterday, I kinda suddenly realized shortly after that I don’t really consider myself an atheist anymore. I’ve started to come to think of myself as some kind of spiritual changeling who’s trying to figure out its final form,...
I Never Wanted To Be an Atheist
Trigger warning: discussion of suicidal ideation and mental health inpatient treatment I never wanted to be an atheist. It was never something that I chose. It was something that happened to me, over the course of more than a decade. The irony of this is that it was...
It’s 2026! What Does My Political Headspace Look Like?
It’s been a HOT minute since I’ve written anything overly political here, and a lot has changed in that regard since the last time, both in the world and in me. I won’t comment here on current world politics — I just don’t have enough spoons in the drawer for that...
Fiction
Crow
The crow talks to me. It sits on the road sign, with its black eyes, its black beak, and its black feathers, and it speaks to me. I don’t understand the words — they’re in bird, of course. But the words come, all the same. They take up space inside my mind,...
Pain
The lingering pain. It's all I can think about. It dwells in my consciousness like an open wound, even though there is no injury to be found. It's like fire in my flesh, a deep, crippling fury that makes me lose my sanity at times. I never should have made a deal with...
Portal
My toilet bowl is a portal to another dimension. Ask me how I know this. Great! I'm glad you asked. You know how I know it's a portal? It swirls when I flush it, and I'm not just talking about the water. That swirls, too. No, when I flush, there is purple and lavender...