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Zack Hoffman (Writer/Actor/Voice), Welcomes you to his website. Among his many credits Zack has performed with Jet City Improv, the LA Connection, Taproot Theatre Improv and Public Nuisance. For over 30 years Zack has been lending his acting skills and voice to stage, films, cartoons and commercials. He started out as a singing waiter at Miceli’s restaurants but soon began dubbing Spanish Soap Operas into English at Paramount Recording Studios in Hollywood and hasn’t looked back since. In 1984, Zack became the voice of Zartan on GI Joe: The Real American Hero, a role that is still remembered by his fans.
Occasionally Zack will step out in front of the camera as he did in films like “Pee Wee’s Big Adventure” and “Untraceable”, or television show like “Highway to Heaven” and “The Fugitive”. He also got the privilege of being part of the Encarta Learning Language program for Microsoft creating the character Jack Butterfield. The interactive program was a big success in China and Japan.


Chanukah 2017

Each year I come to the candles on the menorah to bring light.  Each candle represents a different energy.  This tradition started many years ago my Rabbi, Ted Falcon was the Congregational Rabbi at Bet Alef.  He got the community together and we found energies for each of the eight candles.  Through the years I have personalized the configuration.  If you are lighting this year I hope you will find your energies that will bring light.  The energy needed most comes first because you light that candle eight times…then the rest are 7, 6, 5 and so on.

This year the word of Bessel Van der Kolk haunt me.  He said, “Love is the source of all trauma.”  As I look at our world and the trauma we are facing as a planet and as it’s citizens I couldn’t agree more.  So LOVE will be the first candle, the candle tonight.

Here are my energies for the eight nights.

First night…         Love

Second night…  Healing

Third night…       Peace

Fourth night…    Health

Fifth night…        Forgiveness

Sixth night…       Family

Seven night …    Community

Eight night  …     Gratitude


What are yours?


Happy Chanukah with love, blessings and light.

Zack Hoffman 2017

Last Two Haiku’s and More

I made it to the finish line.  30 Haiku’s in 30 days.  They will follow.  It was a wonderful exercise and I may not be the great Haiku artist but I do understand the form.

I have returned again to the book “Spark Joy” by Marie Kondo.  The book is about organizing and getting enjoyment out of the things that surround you.  I have re-read the section on paper and am working on cleaning.   I have numerous spiral notebooks because I like to write long hand.  I am going through the notebooks and taking the joy and shredding the rest.  I call this “The Dig”.

I am also going through old paperwork and have unearthed some old poems.  I am going to post two of them.  The poems are non-apologetically unedited.  The first from my first class in Poetry at LA Valley College in 1972 and the second from a poetry writing spurt in 1995.

But first… Haiku

Day 29

embolden cat leaped

onto the kitchen table

fearless to find food

Day 30

purging sheet music

songs and memories not lost

captive in my heart


and now the poems




Within all of us

Rainbows lie

To find them

Just look closely

Into someone’s eye

The golds of love

The purples of desire

The hatred of burgundy

Mixing the yellow of fire


Rainbows can’t be seen

From just red to green

It is the reflection of all

From spark to shade

And becomes the place

Where tears are made


From love to pain

From freedom to chains

They are the beams of the watchtower

Searching, hour after hour

For the lost ships

Through the foggy sea

Searching for the rainbow

Within me


Zack Hoffman



Wad this Up


Make a list of things to do

and march them to quicksand

Have Michael Jackson tell you

you’re the best Jew in the band

Write letters to your congressman

about your next-door neighbor’s wife

Watch the tube and masturbate

to someone else’s life

The acupuncturist has a needle

to cure your flesh of fear

You’ve been thrown away so many times

it doesn’t seem so queer.


Zack Hoffman

July 1995

Zack Hoffman 2017

Haiku Challenge Day 22 to 28

This week has been a roller-coaster ride of imagery and emotion.   The finish line is very close.


Day 22
landscape surrenders
to black birds massing for food
the many entitled

Day 23
Thanksgiving Day is
a gathering unfolding
to seek out the love

Day 24

blooming on a tree
a solo magnolia
Its fragrance delights

Day 25

pill pusher doctor
bodies litter the office
legal pharma crime

Day 26
mirror reflection
judging human flawed father,
imperfect reprieve

Day 27
Travel day again
Fasten safety belts right now.
Away we go home

Day 28

deep in dawn’s Rem sleep
two hands pull me from a dream
my insomnia

Zack Hoffman 2017


Haiku Challenge Days 15-21


Day 15

seeking approval

handing out the parts of me

to be tossed away


Day 16

vitamin C fix

the beginnings of a cold

scratchy throat warning



Day 17

recovery eve
tales of hopelessness lift us
miracles spoke here



Day 18

relationship maps
navigate stormy waters
of betrayal and lies



Day 19

loyal white haired dog
guarding the foot of my bed
loving companion


Day 20

your ghost came floating in

for breakfast, remembering

we loved each other


Day 21

last line of defense

holiday intimacy

noisy restaurant

Continue the Haiku Month

The November Haiku Challenge continues.

I decided best to post once a week…  I was doing the everyday for the first three days but now here are days four through seven.   I will post on the usual Tuesday.


Day 4

I’m isolating

acting like Quasimodo

hiding in my room


Day 5

another sleepless night

Keurig illuminates blue

caffeinated soon


Day 6

there’s no dignity

living on social security

and scrounge to survive


Day 7

safe place lost to me

Hillcrest Drive fades in distance

my childhood ends there


Zack Hoffman 2017

A Haiku a day in November … day 1

A haiku a day for the next thirty days.  One of the members of the League of Poets has thrown down the gauntlet and I am picking it up.

Here’s what she wrote

“I want to state for the record that haiku is an ancient, elegant, Japanese poetic form. Masters of haiku capture the beauty of nature and subtle truths of the human soul in perfect little pinafores of words. The form is inimitable in English.

So for the next thirty days I will be crapping all over the tradition by writing three-lined poems, syllabled 5-7-5, like we all did in third grade. They will be about whatever stupid thing is happening in my life. I’m sorry.

But in the past, poetic constraints have brought out good things in me. I love writing sonnets because when I have a mandated structure to box me in, I am forced to be creative in my word choices. So in November, I’m going to make the box even smaller.

If I get one or two interesting poems out of the deal, it’ll be worth it. So I’ll give it a go.

LoHaiMo ho!”

Jessica Towns

So here I go.  Such a long intro for three lines of poetry.

Day 1

my heart is broken

the world series epic battle

ruined by racism

Zack Hoffman


In Memory of Craig Aspen

In Memory of Craig Aspen

I was blindsided last week by the tragic and senseless death of my friend Craig Aspen.

I take a breathe and say this with a very heavy heart.
Craig Aspen is gone. Rest in Peace my brother.
I write this as my emotions swirl like a storm. I can only hope the love spills out on to the page. Craig Aspen was my friend. For a decade and a half we trudged a road, an adventure. My tattooed friend who twinkled with New York moxie behind his mustache. We were artists, shared that common bond of having to reinvent ourselves to stay in this business we loved. Craig was so talented as a musician, a song writer and behind a camera. And yet there was a time decade plus ago he hocked his Mandolin for Heroin. The bravado got in the way of the surrender. But like in the old west the Earp Brothers saddled up and found Craig. They saw the surrender in his eyes. He went to Kirkland and spent 4 weeks being renewed. The surrender had stuck. We would all meet up at Saint Paul’s church in Ballard. Early in the morning. I can still see that beat up van pull into the gravel parking lot. On several occasions a bunch of us would go over to Chad’s house for pancakes and bacon. There was a lot of laughter. He got a tool box and started to repair the past. He was available, for his friends and family, for the woman he loved.
I remember a couple of years after the surrender I was at the Tractor Tavern in Ballard watching the Believers play. I was filled with joy watching my friends play music. Half way through the set Craig turned around and walked toward the back of the stage. He pulled out the mandolin he had hocked and started to play. Tears streamed down my face as the song progressed. I was filled with hope, I was filled with joy, my heart burst open.
He loved one woman in his life and that was Cynthia. I saw it back in the day when he helped Cynthia with the catering. When they were in the living room of the house in Seattle. I saw it when they were on stage together, there would be a glance during a song or prolonged eye contact during a harmony. I saw it every time they were together. He said to me once, “I am blessed that I am here and I get to be with the prettiest girl at the dance.” I don’t think Craig ever stopped loving Cynthia. Even when madness took him from us.
Where did that tool box go? I don’t know. I will never know. I miss my friend, his kindness, his spirit. In the end the countryside is littered with railroad spikes, shotgun shells and drunken poets.
Rest in Peace

Zack Hoffman