Freddy S. Zalta

Simplicity in Love

mi ricorderò per sempre, il tuo profumo, il tuo tocco, le tue labbra sulle mie labbra … anche se era solo una notte …

Memories or Where did the Time Go?

Reminiscing being in 7th and 8th grade with a great group of friends… Over 40 years ago.. Why are the memories so clear? Is it because I’ve edited out some scenes or changed the endings in my mind?

Moses Shrugs or Poison and Theft

Whores of Wall Street, pass their collection plates begging for absolution – while they scheme to abort the gods of the righteous only to clone the self-proclaimed leaders of piety.

Six Minutes to Freedom

The Stranger in the reflection, only confirms your intuition that you are not who you think you are, will be or ever was…

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…

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.”

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.

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.

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.