Second Publication by Read650

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posted Dec 16, 2019


E. Marmer | Free to Navel Gaze My essay “The Luckiest Bastard” will be included in the written collection “Gratitude” compiled by Read650 in connection with the “Songs of Gratitude” event at the Bruno Theater at Lincoln Center on January 4, 2020. The event is in celebration of the...

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When She Was Here

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posted Jul 11, 2019


E. Marmer | Free to Navel Gaze When she was here, my mother would lie on her bed after I helped her shower, on top of the long white towel she insisted I put down so the bed wouldn’t get wet. But I thought of that towel as part...

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I Thank My Mother For My Sisters...

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posted Mar 31, 2019


E. Marmer | Free to Navel Gaze The Three Sisters by Betty Albert I am now parentless. My father died about fifteen years ago, and a little more than two weeks ago my mother died.  And I miss her so terribly. I am continually coming up against the impulse to...

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Warrior

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posted Jan 8, 2019


https://www.deviantart.com/astro-stock/art/Katana-57-offensive-cutting-255883318 At the tender age of fourteen or fifteen, too soon after entering that nebulous stew of adolescence that would carry him from childhood to manhood, my son Jeremy stood ready for battle. He woke me at around two a.m., weapon in hand, with the kind of strained whisper that...

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Meeting the Hudson

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posted Dec 8, 2018


E. Marmer | Free to Navel Gaze I was personally introduced to the Hudson River this past autumn.  Not down by New York City, where a personal introduction to that expansive maw, that sparkling, churning, briny phenomenon bristling with industry, transport and technology, is not possible; but up by...

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Oh Mom

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posted May 23, 2018


Oh Mom. Mommy. My mommy.   You are my mommy to the fullest degree of meaning that term caries. You are the person to whom I can still, at age 56, show melted, back-to-age-four, unfiltered and undefended affection. As an adult I had to pull away, even at times...

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