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  • At the end of the Day Chapter 3

    She had the kind of smile that caused one to question every decision ever made in their life. She used it, perhaps unknowingly as a weapon or a moat to deter any strangers or visitors.

  • At the End of the Day Chapter 2

    He laughed to himself, “This fear I have felt – what good has it done me? It truly imprisoned me and kept me behind bars with a false sense of safety from pain. But emotions can walk through doors, fit between bars and head straight to your soul. Why was he still standing behind the…

  • The End of the Day

    Henry had lived a cautious life more out of fear than anything else. He married Nancy right out of college and had two children within four years. They never traveled since he had a fear of flying and spent more time dreaming than doing. His children had resented him for his neurosis and his wife…

  • Boycott Israel – PLEASE!

    Originally posted on Freddy Zalta: The news of the atrocities coming out of Gaza are slow and just fall short of a whisper. The children used as shields, their parents helpless or brainwashed that dying for “The Cause” is a way that they “Wish their children could die.” Children are hung outside of windows from…

  • Boycott Israel – PLEASE!

    The news of the atrocities coming out of Gaza are slow and just fall short of a whisper. The children used as shields, their parents helpless or brainwashed that dying for “The Cause” is a way that they “Wish their children could die.” Children are hung outside of windows from buildings housing Hamas “leaders” Hamas…

  • When Green begins to turn to Brown

    Two young boys sitting, fishing by the lake – water heading west this time of day as if running to the sun as it begins to spill upon this town like a broken yoke. The sun’s colors; orange, red streaked with grayish blue clouds falling and spreading its colors magically upon the roof tops, lakes,…

  • Punch in the Face

    Have you ever been punched directly in your face?  I am not talking about a smack, or a soft punch – I am talking about a full fledged full fist punch between the nose and below your eye.  That’s what it feels like when you are being accused of being something you have spent your…

  • A song, a dance and a little wine

    On a porch somewhere in New Jersey there is a rocking chair that sits alone. There is a half empty cup of coffee, a folded up newspaper and an ashtray with several used cigarettes and ashes. On the porch there is also a swing with a bench on it, a table clear but for some…

  • Farewell Poppet

    There was something there. We could all see it. In his eyes as he spoke about his wife who had passed away in “Good Will Hunting.” In his addictions – never have gotten over his good friend John Belushi going out the way he did. When I was getting divorced the movie, “Mrs. Doubtfire” was…

  • 100 Years

    Brooklyn, New York June 19, 2014 Today marks the official 100th year this world has been blessed and made a much better place. On June 19th 1914, the same year WW I began with a gun shot to a Duke, The Tramp first appeared on the screen and The Panama Canal officially opened….Ralph Zalta was…