Sophia, twenty-one, sat at her mirror and dresser, London’s murmurs rising from beneath the window… Read the post‘Seeing’, A Short Story By Féilim James
some times nothing enough so restless so hungry for fuck knows what some thrill… Read the post‘thoughts on a train’, a Poem by Féilim James
Súile móra, Giall is leicne snoite, Béal socair, umhal. Luíonn sé Gan dídean, gan… Read the post‘Roimh A Bhás’, Dán le Féilim Ó Brádaigh
if my demons had faces what would they a thousand spiders the insides of bodies… Read the post‘some if’s’, a Poem by Féilim James