Thursday, December 29, 2016
When Celebrities Die (2016)
All around the world there are constant terrorist attacks; towns and cities being destroyed and millions left homeless with countless dead or maimed. This upsets the general population and they call upon their leaders to “do something.” A charity is begun, a hashtag recycled and the general population, despite the ongoing murders, destruction and pillaging; feel as if they have made an impact with their dollars or their tweets.
Wednesday, December 28, 2016
Tuesday, December 27, 2016
Sunday, December 25, 2016
Thursday, December 22, 2016
One More Meal at Lou’s
Louie ran the place with a magnifying glass in his hand - so clean you could eat off the floor in the basement. He knew everyone's name - “Hey Zalta, Chera, Kredi, Kassab, Sasson or Garda.” He knew everyone and he treated us all the same way - rough. Then Ruthy would step in and smile. They were together behind the counter and would make the line move along quickly. 
Monday, December 19, 2016
Tales from The F Train Chapter 6 Irene
She looked over at the woman standing close to her and said, as if in mid conversation; “She left me in 1936. She was coughing blood. We stopped drinking, smoking and whatever just to get her better. We went to church and the Father said she was doomed to die because of her sins.” The lady nodded in recognition as if she was in on the story. She didn't speak or understand a word of english.
Sunday, December 18, 2016
Saturday, December 17, 2016
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
Monday, December 12, 2016
Saturday, December 10, 2016
Tomorrow December 11th through Thursday December 15th donate a winter coat to NYCARES, a children's book or toy to TOYS4TOTS, or canned food to CITYHARVEST at The Bean located at 101 Bedford Avenue in Williamsburg Brooklyn. The Bean will serve you their famous Dirty Chai for free as a way of showing their gratitude. Also be entered to win a $25 gift card from @brooklynfoxlingerie @brooklynindustries and @themeatballshop #Williamsburg #getdirty #charity #nycares #cityharvest #toys4totsInstagram
Thursday, December 08, 2016
I wrote this really quick, not my best piece but it says what I wanted to say. Bring back Good Girls Revolt - there is so much to be told to the generation which feels that everything is entitled to them. The opportunity to excel was not always available to women; even today there are bias' which stifle the careers of women. Progress must continue - hearing whispers that Roy Price did not like the premise of the show runs counter to the progress made. Www.Freddyzalta.com #savegoodgirlsrevoltInstagram
Save Good Girls Revolt
Good Girls Revolt is the story the new school of women who knew they had the abilities to match or exceed the jobs done by the old school ruled by men. It's the story of the women who set the stage for the future girls who dreamed in their rooms or in school of a life in journalism, in construction, fire departments and any job that a man could do. 
Tuesday, December 06, 2016
Monday, December 05, 2016
Sunday, December 04, 2016
Saturday, December 03, 2016
Night Moves
I think back and I realize the world that was opened to me that evening, was a world filled with possibilities with no limitations. Love has no limitations and there is no turning back. We can never undo love - once love is expressed or felt - life becomes a before and after. 
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Monday, November 28, 2016
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Friday, November 25, 2016
The fires of hatred within the evil is only overcome by the waters of strength, love and respect. Only the unintelligent, weak minded vagabonds who cast the blame for their own skeleton lives onto others, cause the fault in the earth to rattle and spit hell fire destruction. In the end, it is the leftover fuel igniting that will prove guilt and cause themselves to burn eternally. Fz ##istandwithisraelInstagram
Thursday, November 24, 2016
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Sunday, November 20, 2016
Who am I?
The woman to the left of me was dark skinned and had black hair falling upon her face. The woman to the right of me had auburn hair, full lips and a stud in her nose. Each of them much younger than myself and stunning. 
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Blindfolded and Bound
There is a river down the road, you can hear it roaring from up here. There is a river down the road, you can hear it roaring from up here. I sometimes wander and wonder if I could make it across to there.
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
The young man stabbed another - the young man was one color and the other was another. Neither were bad people, just kids mixed up in a culture lost but united in hatred and causes of the moment. As the stabbed young man lay on the floor bleeding, crying and in pain; the stabber dropped his knife and turned to run. He stopped, looked down and apologized profusely to the bleeder. He tore of his shirt and wrapped it against the wound. He called 911 and began speaking with his victim. "I am sorry." Silent. The victim looked into the other boys eyes and saw tears falling. "Why are we fighting like this?" "Because...um, you are wrong." "About what? Being born differently than you?" "You are all bad people who are not even human." "Does my blood not look like your blood? Are my tears not the same as your own? How can I be 'not even human' if this is so?" "Well...I don't know." “I have people who I love and who love me, do you?” “Yes.” “I believe in a God, do you?” “Yes, but not yours.” “So?” “You are all killing everyone.” “I have never hurt a soul.” “So why were you fighting me?” “I thought you were attacking me.” “Why would I?” “Because that's what you people do.” “I don’t attack anyone.” “So why the knife?” “I have been attacked before I need to protect myself.” “OK.” “OK.” In the distance a siren was heard and the boy with the knife stood up to leave. “Don't go, I will blame it on another who ran away. Stay with me.” “How do I know you won't just turn me in?” “You don't.” “So why should I trust you? I have been lied to before.” “Listen, you called the police, you stopped the bleeding for me and you are standing beside me. What proof do I have?” “I will stay, but only if you promise to stand beside me as a friend.” “When?” “Forever.” The bleeding man thought for a moment and he put out his hand to shake his attacker. “No more baseless hatred; we cannot change the world but we can change it two people at a time.” The bleeding man agreed. They both began to cry thinking about the others who had hated, killed and died. Read more http://ift.tt/2fh567l
Hatred
We must look into each others eyes and recognize that we are all made of the same flesh and blood. Different ideology but the same biology. Accept the differences and celebrate them. Listen to each other and the words, emotions and expressions that are being communicated.
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
Tales from the F Train Chapter 5 – Max and Sophia (part 2)
Time did not stop for either of them; a year passed and they each filled their time with stuff that life throws at you. For Max it meant drinking too much and sleeping too little. For Sophia it meant working while trying to absorb the Italian culture as much as possible. They each dated other people, thought about each other, began to contact the other and then quickly stopped. The feelings of regret, broken parts, missing each other and what ifs, slowly began to dissipate as time kept on doing it's job as only time can.
Monday, November 14, 2016
Sirens and The Occasional Bark
A distant siren sounds, a light flicks on and off in apartments above the street lamp. Through a silhouette you can see the occupant pulling off their coat and suddenly a hat and the silhouette reveals it to be a woman. She stands there but I walk on past. 
Friday, November 11, 2016
Follow Me Forever
Moon, straight above us, a ray of light, there to guide us...Take my hand - let's walk. Close your eyes, babe, and hold me tight, I am going to guide you home, make you feel alright. My left hand falls from your neck, runs softly down your back...
Tales from the F Train Chapter 5 – Max and Sophia (part 1)
He was dressed in a black tuxedo, white shirt and black bowtie and vest. His vest was unbuttoned and his collar open. He had dark features; dark hair, eyes and skin; stood at five feet nine inches. He was in his late 20’s. Sophia was dressed in a black gown with a slit from her waist on down. She was around five foot six while wearing a pair of Italian heels. She had dirty blonde hair which fell behind her, dark skin which contrasted perfectly against her green eyes. She was also in her late 20’s and
Memories on Paper
He was an old man they say - too old to have lived at all. "Was he ever a dreamer, M'am or was he born to die?" Did he ever think about singing or playing ball?
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