Jim Stitzel
Jack-of-All-Trades, Master of WordsExcerpts from Life
The Room
Eifan drags one finger lightly along the door jamb as he enters the room. The door itself has long since crumbled into dust, long since forgotten what it was — but the stone remembers. The memory whispers up to Eifan like a ripple of warm water. He knows he could...
Slammed by Poetry
I recently discovered slam poetry -- thanks in large part to the video below, which went viral not too long ago -- and immediately fell in love with an art form. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnKZ4pdSU-s Anyone who knows me knows how remarkable my reaction is....
Finding My Voice Again
I've lost my voice. Well, not lost, exactly. More like, um, temporarily misplaced. I know it's around here somewhere; I just need to move a few of these piles around until I uncover it. It's been a while since I've really used it, you see. I set it down on my desk one...
Fiction
Dead Man Walking
I am a dead man walking. That's not a metaphor, not a promise of a future event the way you usually think of it. I really am dead -- and have been for some time now. I walk the streets of this city. I pass by people on the sidewalk, and they instinctively shy away...
Curvature
"Explain what I'm looking at." "Timestream 8496775816-AQZ-25.13.4. We pulled it from yesterday's archives when it was flagged anomolous." "Meaning?" "Look here. Grid 117, Segment 16, Node 135. See that curvature?" "Yes. Explain its significance." "Timestream...
Sandstorm
He trudged through the sand, up and over great dunes of the stuff, while the wind blasted him with even more of the fine grains. Visibility was shit, and he walked more by instinct than anything. He'd long ago lost his way. The gale-force storm did nothing to change...