Alison Flett

A collection, written in English and Scots, that explores immigration, home and place. When I first left my home, the gnawing ache for all I'd left behind—family, friends, my land, my whole life—made me numb and thrawn. Weeping and sobbing—bubblin an greetin, as you would call it in Scotland—would have been too wet and hand-wringy. What I felt was bone-dry...