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 and primal; I wanted to drop to my knees, throw my head back and howl. I pined like an animal, without tears.' — Alison Flett'The people could be poet, family, reader or all of us on this drowning, burning earth. The present could be this moment, or a past so intensely remembered, or a future so powerfully imagined that past, present and future are simultaneously here. We are with a poet who knits intricate patterns of sound and image, line to line.' — Duncan McLean
