Invisible Bars

It begins with the birth of an emotion. Unsure of just what the nature of it you shrug it off and try to force sleep. Suddenly you are aware of your heartbeat… Breathing becomes uneasy and suddenly sweat appears upon your brow and your upper lip. Throw off the cover and then you begin to […]

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One O One (Happy Birthday)

This world is short on kindness and we can use some more love down here. Can you sense the pain we feel? Send down some hope and send down some love. Let it rain smiles and make all the good dreams come true.

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Old Times So Long Ago

The door closed behind me and I felt a sharp breeze against my exposed chest. I walked down the four stairs onto the sidewalk. There was snow floating, a subway train screeching and a full moon fighting its way through the late December clouds. I walked towards my car, decided to walk and pulled up […]

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When He Was Just Daddy

On May 9th, 2015, my father, Sam Zalta passed away in his sleep – he a month away from turning 101 years old.  When He Was Just Daddy Friday afternoons we couldn’t wait to hear the front door of apartment 2D open. My mom would be in the kitchen cooking up the Shabbat meal and […]

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I found a Red Rose

As I walk across the midnight streets, aglow from the earlier rainfall, I sense a sudden gust of fresh air coming from the north. I lift up my arms and I spin around, like a madman or a clown in a circus somewhere. I feel elated, I feel free and these feelings feel like an […]

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A Story to Tell chapter 7

He would always, always use the wrong word in sentences. At first she thought he was kidding, but as they kept on speaking she realized he was, unfortunately not. "I could use a great massage - do you know any good misogynists?" "I find your perfume quite repugnant, Sandy." "I was wondering if they had a boy or girl...when I got to the Brit Milah there was blue all over, so I assumed it was a boy." "They should have exonerated that man, he was so guilty. So sad." She broke the news to him that they needed to stop meeting.

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Infinite Loss

It was not just six million - an infinite amount of lives will never fight for equality, cure the sick, feed the poor or create agriculture in a barren land. So, no, I will repeat it here. It was not just six million who perished - nor the lived they would have birthed. Think about the contributions that could have saved lives, stopped suffering and added light and understanding into a dark ignorant world.

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At the End of the Day Chapter 6

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She walked right into his life and he knew right away he would give in to her. One look at her, four words spoken in her raspy voice and her hand lightly cascading down his left arm… David was walking along Broadway in New York City one Spring Day when he…

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Swirls of Fire

Children are lost, confused and asking questions. Running in circles, grasping at the wind and trying to capture the sun light. Men huddled speaking softly, what went wrong on that night? Swirls of fire - smoke undetected but did it have to end this way?

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Eternal

The pain from the nightmares that were not nightmares, but reality, will go on forever. The questions, the crazy answers and rationalizations, cited verse and cited commentaries will not help to quell the confusion, to ease the pollution of anger, sadness and solitude. Still, the night began…lost in a never-ending darkness…feeling as if the sun would never rise….suddenly a light on the horizon broke…

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At the End of the Day Chapter 6

She walked right into his life and he knew right away he would give in to her. One look at her, four words spoken in her raspy voice and her hand lightly cascading down his left arm… David was walking along Broadway in New York City one Spring Day when he decided to walk up […]

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She wasn't as passionate as David was and was able to go through life without the perks and spoils her contemporaries took for granted. What she could not handle was the cold sadness that emanated from him. Once when he used to come home the house would light up and she would run to see him. Now it seemed as though his presence brought about a dimming light effect on the home which in turn caused any sense of happiness to see him, to disappear.

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A Story to Tell Chapter 4

"Stop romanticizing everything in your past and see events and people for what and who they were. Then you can learn from them." Dr. Green, my former psychologist. "I prefer to stay stupid and romanticize and glorify the events I have been through and the people I have known." "Why? What benefit do you derive from that?" "Good memories." "But those are false positives. You are glorifying bad memories and ignoring the lessons to be learned in favor of twisting their reality into good memories and happy times." "Correct."

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A Story to Tell

I walked away from the burial ground after we said the mourners prayer and found myself walking into the rented limousine that would take us back to my parents house to begin our week of sitting Shiva. Memories flooded my mind but kept being interrupted by the need to console and others consoling me. I […]

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A Story to Tell

I dream I am in the middle of a large arena – in a boxing ring and I am being introduced. There is a lot of screaming and I cannot even hear what the announcer is saying. I am told to shake hands with the fighter across from me – I look at him and […]

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A Story to Tell or Not to Tell, that is the Question by Freddy S. Zalta

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A Story to Tell or Not to Tell, that is the Question by Freddy S. Zalta

As I was being seated at my table for one - coincidentally to the right of the table for two consisting of my unknown to me Aunt and her friend - she smiled at me. Her smile was piercing. When she smiled her eyes swam with a muted excitement but kept focus on the target, her head tilted down a bit as her lips moved slowly into position and her teeth are slightly revealed...lips then pursed and she tilted her head up a bit as the light from above her captured her.

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Face the Truth – Not the Media’s Lies

Questioning your vision of reality is scary – but its a fear that must be addressed. Its safe and comforting to believe that war is bad and that all people should be treated with the same liberties as written in the laws and the constitutions. They believe that no one should be tortured, imprisoned or […]

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Don’t be Afraid (poem for a friend)

Every ending can be looked at through the eyes of wonder or the eyes of fear. Not to sound like the memes and the positive sayings we always see posted around the social sites – seemingly by desperate people searching for some affirmation that shit happens for a reason. But I truly am a witness to the shit happening and I can tell you that when one door shuts you are slowly led into a room where there are several doors for you to choose from. Nothing needs to be permanent or forever – let your heart lead the way and the door will open for you leading you to another stop on the whirlwind of life. You have it all inside of you and outside of you – never forget that its the surroundings that benefit from your presence.

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The Dozen Roses

He heard the footsteps behind him.
Time was flying – soaring and blowing in circles.
He checked the time on his phone – he was 5 minutes late. Tanya would be probably 20 minutes late so he was early.
He heard the sounds of the subway above him on the elevated platform and then saw the sparks falling onto the streets below him.
He was walking quickly, a dozen red roses under his arm and a derby cap upon his head.
“Tanya.” When he said her name to himself he felt the soft touch of her lips…upon his lips. Love can be that way – just a sense of her scent and he would find himself hurting. A nagging pull inside of him causing a fire in his gut…a flame that is doused only by the touch of her lips upon her lips, her hand inside his or the sight of her eyes looking into his….
He found himself across from the Franklin Hotel in a park, sitting on their bench, the one that was dedicated in memory of David and Diane by their loving children. He checked his phone for a message or a missed call. Nothing there.
He watched as children ran across the grass, dogs ran and played and the day came to an end.
Tanya…she said she would be on time now he is just wondering if she will ever show up. An hour and then a half…
His phone beeped – a text message.
“Sorry – I cannot do this anymore…goodbye.”
He stood up, lit a cigarette, left the roses on the bench and walked away.
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