A collection of twenty-five prose poems, available as a free dowload from Moria. Or purchase a print copy here.


"Charles Freeland's prose poems take us on a highspeed, dizzying trip. The everyday world of laundry lists, half-eaten breakfasts,  and cars which won't start - the world we think we know so well  - takes on a terrifying yet exhilirating sheen. Freeland weaves and whirls from image to image, but somehow,  like an improvising jazz musician, he is skilful enough to take us with him. And not so far beneath the zany, ever-changing surface, there are quieter and darker echoes of an almost-metaphysical presence, which, however inconvenient or disturbing, refuses to leave our lives."
   
                             - Ian Seed, author of Rescue and editor of Shadowtrain

  





A collection of twenty prose poems available as a free download from Mudlark. To access, click on the image. 



 

More Lethe Than Lobster. A Novel. Purchase a print or downloadable copy here. Excerpt from More Lethe Than Lobster: He closed the door and walked back down the stairs again. He went into the basement. The basement was very dark but for a mirror that stood in the corner. The mirror seemed to be illuminated from inside. Chris Toomer sat down in a chair in front of the mirror. He looked at himself. His face was thin. All around his face, the darkness was absolute. He alone existed. Chris Toomer reached down with his hand and felt around on the floor. He found a handsaw. Slowly, patiently, he sawed off his own head. When he was finished, Chris Toomer felt panicky, remorseful. Why am I so impulsive? he thought. I can make this right again. I can make everything right. He felt around on the floor until he found some shoelaces and a needle. He sewed his head back onto his body. When he was finished, he looked at himself in the mirror. It wasn’t right. His head was crooked. The skin on his face was too tight in places and sagged in others. The shoelaces were visible in his neck. He was hopelessly pale, and his eyes looked off in two different directions. “No,” he said, “this is no good. People will know. They will know what I’ve done.” Grubb. The Collected Grubb Tales (37 in all). These poems first appeared in The Iowa Review, Threepenny Review, Jubilat, Mid-American Review, Cream City Review, The Texas Review, and others. Purchase a print or downloadable copy here.  A collection of twelve poems available as a free download from Lily Press. To access, click on the image.