Life

Dedicated to Mrs Mae Singer

Fountains of the lukewarm, we drink each day.  Tepid coffee, morning exchanges, countdown’s until Friday. It’s barely 9 in the morning on Monday and the target is to get to the end of the week. Another end.  Time, time is constant, I’ve been told. How come some days can feel so fleeting while others can… Read more: Rivers and Fountains

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… Read more: It Fell Apart

We take the hard road because it’s who we are and we live by our truth. I could’ve been so many other people, but I chose myself instead.Look Down, No Fear Discover more from Freddy Zalta Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email. Type your email… Subscribe

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