Sunday, September 01, 2019
Deceptive Truth
Signs point me in the wrong direction or perhaps I am reading them wrong? Living a life in a self deception and feeling if it's been me behind the mask all along? Lost in this wilderness… I don't want to… Be free… I don't want to… Lose sight of me…
Friday, August 23, 2019
The Muttering River Chapter 4
For the rest of the summer we explored. We explored different areas, riding by bicycle and going for long walks. We had explored each other and learned all about what Bob Seger called, “Night Moves.”
Thursday, August 22, 2019
Silence in the Voices
Is it an omen that the ominous signs seem to be disappearing behind those ominous clouds up in the sky? I close my eyes I listen for His words but all I hear is deafening silence.
Sunday, August 18, 2019
The Muttering River Chapter 3
It was a humid evening and the Rabbi pronounced us man and wife. The river was roaring past us as the sun beat down on the altar and the glass was shattered.
Wednesday, August 14, 2019
The Bright Darkness
It's a sense of Independence and knowing and wanting more and more. It's fucking frightening and you sometimes wonder if anyone cares or can ever comprehend what you are going through.
Monday, August 12, 2019
When the time has Run out…
When love is all around, as you are lowered into the ground - what are you feeling? Is it peace or regret?
Friday, August 09, 2019
The Muttering River
The lake was on the other side of the county - I never really went there too often since I felt, in a strange way, that I was cheating on the river by enjoying the lake. Strange since I also felt like I was cheating on Jacklyn by enjoying Sandy.
Thursday, August 08, 2019
Frenzied life
Willy Loman, George Costanza, Freddy Goodwell, salesman who lost their way and ended up with nothing, a pole and a legacy erased. Somewhere Howard Beale is opening a window as the king of mice contemplates his next move. T.S. Garp walks through the halls and sees Harpo Marx taking to himself out loud, while Charlie […]
Wednesday, August 07, 2019
The Muttering River – Chapter 1
I would be hanging out with my friends in the parking lot of the diner, laughing and flirting with the girls and suddenly a blanket would fall over me. I would feel a sense of dread, like a bruise inside of me pulsating...I would go use the bathroom and then find my way to the river. This happened often and then too often.
Friday, July 26, 2019
We live in a world where business is our lives. We wake up and we get dressed based on our business day ahead. We spend the day selling buying or doing whatever it takes to make money to support our families or our lifestyles. Some people are locked on a one-way street and somehow unable to change course. Some people are artists or some people dream too much. Sometimes the dreams cloud over us and create a fog that distracts us until we find ourselves lost, on that one way street with no way to turn back. So we trudge on, dying a little with each mile, living the untruth in life, untruth of who we are or who we thought we would be. It's alright, I guess, it's the road we chose... #work #working #job #myjob #office #company #bored #grind #mygrind #dayjob #ilovemyjob #dailygrind #photooftheday #business #biz #life #workinglate #computer #instajob #instalife #instagood #instadaily #tgif #shabbatInstagram
What are you reading this summer? I can use the sales! It's $5.99 or $2.99 for digital. Feel free to support my writing career fzalta@gmail.com on venmo or PayPal! Available on Amazon link in bio or simply go to Amazon and search Freddy Zalta. No amount of support is too little or too much. #freddyzalta #ownednomore #books #book #read #reading #reader #page #pages #paper #instagood #kindle #nook #library #author #bestoftheday #bookworm #readinglist #love #photooftheday #imagine #plot #climax #story #literature #literate #stories #words #textInstagram
Thursday, July 25, 2019
I found an old photograph from a long time ago. Wished I could jump right back, wished I could turn back the clock. #poetry #poem #poet #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writing #poetsofig #writer #poetrycommunity #poems #wordporn #writersofig #words #spilledink #instapoet #typewriter #prose #poets #creativewriting #instapoem #writers #write #writerscommunity #instapoetry #writingcommunity #spokenword #poetryisnotdead #igpoetsInstagram
Wednesday, July 24, 2019
When I get older losing my hair... Not so long from now. Will you still be smiling when you see me, hands in my hand, lips upon my lips? I can be funny, though maybe sometimes crass when I should be serious and quiet... I can be easy I can be rude, often I can be a pain in the ass. Too critical and anti social and I often bark and lose my temper... I lost my train of thought... Getting older.... #antiaging #beauty #wellness #love #family #wrinkles #happy #antioxidants #weightloss #longevity #aging #agingbackwards #healthyaging #agingchallenge #agingwell #aginglikefinewine #agingwithattitude #agingbooth #agingbeautifullyInstagram
Tuesday, July 23, 2019
Extremely sad. Addiction is a sickness. Whether to start taking drugs is a choice. When to stop is not always a choice. #sobriety #love #sober #mentalhealth #onedayatatime #mentalhealthawareness #innerpeace #happiness #alcoholicsanonymous #healing #addicted #lifestyle #addiction #addictions #addictionrecovery #addictionawareness #nymets #docgoodenInstagram
Monday, July 22, 2019
Seasons of Hopes and Dreams
As August began I would begin to look forward to Autumn and then to winter. It's literally the middle of the summer and all I can do is dream and become sentimental and romanticize freezing temperatures and snowy evenings. The cold air blowing, snowstorms, hot chocolate and sweaters. If you were cold, you could put on a sweater or go beneath the covers - in the heat there was no cover and as I said, the air conditioner didn't really work as they do today.
Be true to who you are but remember that not everyone is ready for you. Be patient with people, they are not as good at being you as you are. #love #fitness #motivation #photography #followme #beautiful #naturephotography #picoftheday #wonderfulday #life #beach #monday #mondaymonday #mondays #mondaymotivation #freddyzaltaInstagram
Friday, July 19, 2019
When others succeed or fail it has no direct reflection on your possibilities or abilities. We must keep walking on and never lose hope and faith. Celebrate each success, others and your own. Support the ones who need it without questions or conditions. You will find a feeling of success within yourself which will keep you going until your time to succeed has come. #successquotes #motivationforlife #motivationalquotes #successsecrets #successtip #motivationnation #motivational_quotes #motivationdaily #motivation #motivation101 #inspiration #successdriven #motivationalpage #inspirationalquotes #awesomequotes #successformula #motivationalquoteoftheday #successquote #unconditionalmotivation #attitudes #mindset #successmindsetInstagram
Somewhere on the outskirts of town, this town being Nowhere, New York, there is a little book shop called, “The Turtle.” This book shop has been around since 1938 and has been owned and managed, since then, by the Rumpio family. Oscar opened the store in 1938 when he was 23 years old. He had inherited a sum of money from his grandfather, Charles, who had passed away the year before. Grandpa Charles had left him the money with a one sentenced instruction. “Use this money to make your dreams come true.” Since Oscar’s dream had been to be a writer, he decided to open a bookstore. In 1941 he enlisted into the US Army - in 1945 he returned to the store with his dream intact, but his left eye missing. During his time overseas the store was kept open and run by Oscar’s mother. When Oscar returned she remained in the business to help with the ordering, inventory and accounting. “I’ll be your left eye, son.” She said. In 1951, Oscar spied a red haired girl reading “This side of Paradise,” in his store. He walked over to her and began a conversation. This conversation lasted well into the evening hours; first over dinner and then as he walked her home. They married a year later and had 2 children. Charles and Helen. On September 11, 2001, Oscar and his red haired lady were at the wrong place at the wrong time. They were visiting New York City with another couple when the first tower came down and they were swept away. Charles took over the responsibilty of the store and Helen ran the social aspect of it. It was her idea to begin book clubs and nightly poetry readings. Helen moved to Chicago and married her best friend from college. They opened up their own store on the outskirts of Somewhere in Illinois and had four children of their own. Charles stayed in the store on the outskirts of Nowhere, New York and drank several cups of coffee during the day. One day he found a manuscript with his name on it. There was a date beneath his name, May 22, 1925. “A Life of Lemons,” By Charles Rumpio.Instagram
Thursday, July 18, 2019
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