‘This last one I ate slowly, in small bites, chewing him well before swallowing. In between eating him, we talked. He wasn’t in pain – I’d guess he hardly even noticed when he lost another limb, another sliver of skin, a quivering chunk of back or thigh. My bites cut clean, without the ragged edge of wounding.’ (Some Men Are Salty’, PANK 2014)
When the Spirit Moves You…
We know all about spirits in Barbados. We are so familiar with the other-worldly aspect of existence that we happily acknowledge it in our speech as a matter of course. Expressions like ‘My spirit don’t meet hers‘ (Intuitively, there’s something about her I don’t like) or ‘I going do it when the spirit move me‘ … More When the Spirit Moves You…