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  • Slave

    Published in The Del Sol Review Winter 2012 #18   The “Everlasting Delays” Issue From “I Truly Lament” a collection of short stories to be published 2012 by Mathias Freese The most appalling defeat in the camps was the absence of beauty. Regimentation was all, an artist without a palette. Animal life had fled. Occasionally an errant bird chirped its creed and flew away. Butterflies stayed away, no flora to cling to. If you think rats, vermin, maggots and roaches are beautiful, it was Eden. Uniformity in everything was the rule. Barracks laid out in grids, barbed wire in rectangular…

  • Conversations with Writers

    [Interview] Mathias B. Freese reprinted from: http://conversationswithwriters.blogspot.com/2012/01/interview-mathias-b-freese.html Mathias B. Freese lives in Henderson, Nevada in the United States. He has worked as a teacher and a psychotherapist and has been writing for over 42 years. His books include a Holocaust novel, The i Tetralogy(Wheatmark, 2005); a collection of short stories, Down to a Sunless Sea (Wheatmark, 2008); the mixture of memoir and essay, This Mobius Strip of Ifs (Wheatmark, forthcoming) and a second collection of short stories, I Truly Lament (___, forthcoming). In this interview, Freese talks about his writing: When did you decide you wanted to be a writer? In 1968 I wrote a short article, “Is…

  • The Wound

    Sometime during the day, at odd and peculiar moments, I experience memories and reminiscences. I associate to the old blinds with “pulls.” As I pull down the blind one more day is gone. And in the morning I raise the blind as if I have another day given to me as I inexorably march off to my end.  At 71 I am saturated with all kinds of reflections of my childhood and all the concomitant cliches that come with that. I am drawn back in time like a receding tide and reminisce mostly of my dull relationship with my mother, a classic depressive.…

  • Revamped Website, Same Old Writer

    Welcome to a completely rethought site, courtesy of my wife, Jane, who has diligently and peristently dealt with the assumptions that Yahoo and BlueHost have about the average human being and his or her capacity to navigate the systems. Insular, to say the least, reminding me of monks whittling their quills to illuminate parchments created only for themselves and royalty, immensely self-regarding. To transfer from one to the other “host” involved more than a week of tedious question and answer through the impersonal world of the chat room. However, Jane acquired the inane lingo in a short time and she is, I repeat,…