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Swinging Tire on a Tree
Silent scream in the dark, a cigarette extinguished, a fun moon hangs on the ceiling with billions of stars. We are not alone, we are not alone. A birthday card, a broken pencil and a stamp on an envelope with no address. A deserted beach, a cape, an inlet to a deserted time. A phone…
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If Only…
Downtown Chicago, a moonless night and the young man walked with a limp; it wasn’t his legs that caused it, but a psychological illness which someone manifested itself as a limp. Four years clean and counting, each day a war, each moment a battle. Old friends tossed away like the cigarettes smoked outside of another…
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River Afire
A dream, a memory, a song, a dance, a bedtime story from her childhood or perhaps a prayer from her Sunday morning prayers in the church across from this crazy river. It was on one of those Sunday mornings when Agee took her by her hand and led her to the clover patch by the…
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A Man of Contradictions
I live my life one step at a time, taking care to enjoy each vision, each caress…yet I fret about tomorrow three days ago. Look at me, you can never read my emotions by my smile. Look at me, can you read my emotions in my eyes? I am leaping for joy – crying at…
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Time Pieces (Working title) Chapter 4
o the question persisted – were the events in the world, in the lives we live, random or planned? Was I chosen or was the archer blind? The trajectory of life is not just a one off shot. We are thrust up from birth and we are flung, we are thrown, we are tossed like…
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Water is Boiling – We have all Failed
The media is biased to the point of irritation and driven to increase the ratings have elevated the amount of hatred and anger to new levels. Everyone from late night talk show hosts, who claim to be the “good guys,” to the pontificating radio talk show hosts who claim that everyone is wrong because they…
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Time Pieces (working title) chapter 3
Sherry was staying at the same hotel as myself – we went to check if our rooms were ready and only mine was. She accompanied me to my room so she could “freshen up.” Her lips were puffy and her smile was soft. Her eyes were blue and her hair was jet black. She wore…
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Time Pieces (working title) Chapter 2
How do we know that it’s for the worse and not something that needs to occur to promote evolution of some kind? We don’t. But when it’s that devastating and it’s something that was never written about in the historical files – we know that it’s time traveled terrorism.
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Time Pieces (working title) Chapter 1
My name is Freddy Zalta. I am 51, well, almost 51 years old. I am writing this as a testimony should anything happen to me or the world as we should have known it. Or as we should not have known it. Officially I work as a watch salesman – selling the means for telling…
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Take a Picture – It lasts Longer
It sneaks up this spirit called, “Time.” It moves quicker or slower than we could ever imagine. Some days and nights feel as if we are waiting for the rust to form on the bars that surround us. Some days and night pass and we are left to wonder who changed the measurements of time?
