“In Eyre Square the boy Victor waited, watching the front entrance of the Great Southern Hotel. The bells of the Abbey church struck 2:00 am in the rain-solaced silence.”
Tag: Galway City
It was a rainy day in Galway. Nothing new—Galway and rain are synonymous, along with fog, mist, hailstones, slippery footpaths, pneumonia . . .
Dusk was falling on a high summer day in Galway City, a place that claimed me but never loved me . . .
Featured: Black Interest
- The Book of Harlan
- Abstraktion und Einfühlung
- HNIC (limited edition signed package)
- Game World
- Becoming Abigail
- Black History Digit
- Scars of the Soul Are Why Kids Wear Bandages When They Don’t Have Bruises
- Even in Paradise
- So Much Things to Say: 100 Poets from the First Ten Years of the Calabash International Literary Festival
- Black Lotus 2: The Vow
- I Love You Too