Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

Brittle (for Greg)

Brittle (For Greg) the weather knew and howled a gale cancelling it plans for an Indian summer raging at the trees that shed their sallows at its stuttered breath – … Continue reading

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Heligoland (German Bight)

1. Dismay To the dismay of ornithologists the birds rise and flee. Starlings startled by deep thrumming scatter; their murmuration disrupted, the air thickened by the chop of rotol blades. … Continue reading

October 21, 2021 · Leave a comment

Felix and Fingal

Hauled through dreich and spindrift, stomach queered by seekrankheit he gives thanks as he moors to the tuff and – learning how to walk on land again – takes in … Continue reading

October 19, 2021 · Leave a comment

Wight Sketches

Okay, so I’ve not been around for a while. A mix of block and illness has conspired to keep me from writing but, tentatively, I seem to be back although … Continue reading

September 28, 2021 · Leave a comment

A Psalm of Stone

Quite a long read this one, handily broken up into small sections. Research, discovery, spirituality, TV, poetry… it’s a mixed bag/experimental approach (for me anyway) Hope you enjoy it. A … Continue reading

May 1, 2021 · Leave a comment

Alderley Edge

I The Weirdstone of Brisingamen, Alan Garner’s 1960 novel has had me entirely in thrall for almost 50 years. It is a timeless tale of good versus evil, light versus … Continue reading

May 1, 2021 · Leave a comment

Succotash

With apologies to everyone who has already seen this of Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and all that… but I’ve had an essay published by the London Magazine entitled “Psychogeography and Succotash. … Continue reading

May 1, 2021 · 1 Comment

It’s Pissing Down On Rockall

Since I made the decision to take some time out from my PhD, I’ve not really felt much like writing. I’ve read a lot, but the stress of my recent … Continue reading

February 15, 2021 · Leave a comment

Oh Hey!

Look! Submerged my poetic polemic about post-brexit Britain is back from the printers! Angsty, angry and bleak, it’s a bricolage stream-of-conscious outpouring for the disenfranchised European that fuses, original poetry, … Continue reading

December 17, 2020 · Leave a comment

Selkie

1 Fríðr lived in a village by the sea with her husband and two children. She had many friends and was highly respected until her husband, a fisherman, was lost … Continue reading

November 12, 2020 · Leave a comment