Freddy Zalta

Poetry, Love and Coffee – A cocktail of a life in progress.

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  • It Fell Apart

    I wrote some words for her, some rhymed and some didn’t – but they each had a purpose and ended with a meaning or answers to some questions. We shared some wine, got physical drinking in a stew brewed with physicality and a spirituality from another dimension. In a hotel room, behind a tree in…

  • Counting Blessings

    When you wake up in the morning, before you get out of bed, think about 5 or 10 things that you are grateful for. Health, food, loved ones, your character traits that you appreciate (creativity, your smile, how you treat others, your talents, your dreams, etc).  

  • Tales from the F Train – Anita and Faith

    “I once bought a lottery ticket. I prayed and prayed to win so I could take care of all my children and grandchildren. When I didn’t win I had a revelation that, maybe we win by losing. I believe God always answers our prayers in ways that He knows best. Maybe if I had won…

  • Missing you – A void in my Heart

    The TE-AMO on Kings Highway closed and no one even made a sound. We used to buy our baseball cards there and then trade them – I got my Bruce Boisclair card from you for a Mickey Rivers plus the gum from your pack. We also used to get our pink spaldings and our sunflower…

  • A Simpler Time?

    Romanticizing the past is easy when the present can be so overwhelming. We know deep down that the old days weren’t always so good. But we choose to focus on the times that we remember with a smile.

  • River rushes on

    Tears from the ground, voices from memory and a long list of unanswered questions. I held your hand and you held my heart, just for one night, just for one night.

  • Tales from the F train Sloan

    “You dyed your hair?” I asked. “Yeah, blonde sells better, apparently. How about you, did you dye your hair?” She laughed. “No, I have a couple of grays here and there, they dont bother me, I have an agreement with my hair, they can do whatever they want as long as they dont leave.” She…

  • Tales from the F Train – Hope and Gratitude

    “I am good, it is great to see you, Mr. B.” “You look just like your father – I miss him, what a man! A legend!” As always a tear streaked through my heart whenever someone mentioned my father. He had passed away two years earlier – but the void was still pulsating within me.

  • The Circular Dash

    We all possess the power to change the world at any given moment. From the little child to the oldest of human beings – we all have the power. You can spend life going round and round in a circular dash; or you can use the power you have been give and choose a path…

  • Five hours until Midnight (good night)

    I was born here, I’ll probably die here, I just hope I am able to live here, in between. The bridges are hidden in the misty fog, as the horns blow and the traffic comes to a stop.