Body wore culottes and a side sway well. The lines on its face spoke of a life less mundane, lines that spelt Botox-induced-youth, in big bold italicised font. No evidence of the drowned Hennessy and two-pack-a-day tobacco habit. Its curves sculptured by beetroot salad, scalpel and a gym membership, all prioritised in routine alignment for [...]


I Know My Soul by Claude McKay 1889-1948 I plucked my soul out of its secret place, And held it to the mirror of my eye, To see it like a star against the sky, A twitching body quivering in space, A spark of passion shining on my face. And I explored it to determine [...]