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Articles tagged "Old Age"

Sea Anemone

Her studio resembles a stinking airtight can. Miss Annemarie hasn’t opened her windows in years. Keeping the heavy curtains drawn night and day has solved the cleaning problem once and for all. She can’t stand big clean-ups, blasts of fresh air, or noise. She can’t stand anything remotely resembling change. That’s why she’s kept her apartment in the same state since spotting a luxurious set of modular furniture in a store window in 1971. She...

A Couple’s Old Sutra

She is old breasts sagging like bags of flour River runs from their hometown people on two banks change batch after batch like summer fireflies that glow and dim But the river won’t change in its capacity to reflect the moon If impermanence still saddens me I must be a fool Translation of   "Fu fu lao gu jing. " Copyright Yang Jian. By arrangement with the author. Translation copyright 2011 by Fiona Sze-Lorrain. All rights reserved.

The Bather

For more than ten years, Olga had been bathing people in their homes. She didn’t earn a fortune, but she lived comfortably.  Her taxes were paid and her refrigerator was full. She even had enough for a movie once or twice a week, and every summer she could afford to take a two-week vacation to visit her sister in Entre Ríos.  Most important of all: she didn’t have to worry about the competition. Nobody else wanted to get involved in the home-bathing business....

Two Old Kippers

. . .sleeping as quiet as death, side by wrinkled side, toothless, salt and brown, like two old kippers in a box. —Dylan Thomas, “Under Milk Wood” Recently two pensioned old men in Calcutta met by chance in a public park. Six years ago, but on different dates, they had both retired from government service. Ever since, providence had been preparing for the day when they would be found sitting side by side on a single bench. Apparently they had each lived their lives...
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