Jim Stitzel
Jack-of-All-Trades, Master of WordsExcerpts from Life
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...
My Atheism Has Been One Half of a Binary System
I’ve been an atheist for some time now. I can’t provide an exact span of time because there was no singular date, no specific point, at which I suddenly said, “Oh, I’m an atheist!” That’s not really how it works when you’re deconverting from religion. It’s more...
Of Gods versus Deities
I blame it on my evangelical roots, but as I contemplate my own spirituality and its glacial slide toward paganism, there’s a significant portion of my mind that wants to create a distinction between a god versus a deity. I mean, I get it: deity is just another word...
Fiction
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...
Wind Chimes
They dangle from the eaves and make beautiful music in the wind. Long, slender bits of metal jangling against each other. They are tied to the bottom of a dreamcatcher, twirling and dancing and spinning. And the music they produce -- such a thing has never been heard....
The Way Out
The tunnel was the only way out. And it was guarded by enormous... squirrels? These mutated little fuckers were the size of small dogs with long, sharp teeth and razor claws. Where they came from we don't know, but suddenly the trees were full of them, and they chased...