Freddy Zalta

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

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  • Catastrophic Misunderstandings

    Lost! Hearts and souls, hold hands and say, “it’s alright, it’s alright, let’s right these wrongs. These catastrophic  misunderstandings of love and lust, these lies, disguised as hopes and dreams. Emotional misers wander around searching…while love starved lovers sit waiting to be found. In a hotel room overlooking La Mujer Dormida, in Mexico a forgotten…

  • Trick or Treat?

    When I think about Halloween I think about when we moved to east 2nd street; we would go trick or treating after school and try to avoid being egged. (raw eggs being thrown at us) We would come home, running from the bus, put on our costumes and go house to house – then to…

  • Blood Oath

    He didn’t consider himself a cannibal. The fact that he enjoyed the taste of the blood left on his weapon of choice after an assault of his latest victim, didn’t seem to be cannibal like, but more blood thirst. So when Denise asked him what kind of food he liked, he simply said, “hand made…

  • Tear Stained Smiles

    A picture found, laughter heard and the stains of teardrops on faces around the world.

  • Alive

    Ruminations, thunderstruck, clouded over and shrouded into a dark corner. With incessant voices, from another time, same place.

  • Back to the Past, Future

    A man was playing a guitar but no sound seemed to come from the instrument – only the occasional grunt of frustration from him. There were people gathered around him waiting for the songs to be played…they just sat around and waited in silence.

  • October for Love

    Memories, a circus, a clown. A Carny, a trick and slap of cards and smoke. . Lights on, lights out, rainy night once again. A flask filled with cheap whisky.

  • Dream Come True

    These past years have been financially and mentally exhausting – fodder for my stories is the reason I feel I have been thrust through the tunnel of failure over and over.  I walk into the restaurant and I catch a glimpse of her smiling. Nothing as beautiful to me in the world than her smile. 

  • The Rain in Juarez (Strange Story)

    We started off drinking some burgundy from a bota bag and then moved on to partake in the bottles of tequila, homemade, that were being passed around. There was a table beneath the overpass with local homemade food which the ladies brought in trays. We kept on dancing as long as the band kept on…

  • Roses on the Floor

    Long time ago, our whole lives speeding by at a million miles an hour, we never stopped to check out the beauty that surrounded us. Thirty years goes by and 21 turns to 51 and still the world is out of focus, yet better defined. Love is the answer, it always was, lost in a…