Alana Kelsall



Breakage

There’s a shelf in my head where the afternoon lounges. It lets the sun in. Shows everyone my best side. How good I look in hip-swerving dresses and swinging beads as the subway whooshes up to the Tokyo platform. If …

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When Nothing Else Will Do

The first haul was in a village north of the A17 I scooped up all six small jars and thought they’d be good for another six months or more but it seemed to rain every other day and our landlord …

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