Will Vigar

A Writer of Sorts

Going Home: Keats – Episode 2

April 17th After showering, I walk back to the kitchen stopping in the greenhouse to pick some tarragon for my scrambled eggs. Bit poncey, but why the hell not. That … Continue reading

February 29, 2016 · Leave a comment

Church Ope Cove

Tethered kelp shakes angry algal fists at boy racer waves. *** Reaching for shore, slow-time tides beat lunar tattooes. *** Oil black mackerel taunt the shore-bound; Slick and shifting. *** … Continue reading

February 28, 2016 · Leave a comment

Going Home: Keats – Episode 1

I think I’ll try hydroponics. It will mean opening up the science labs and they are pretty difficult to defend, but I’m sure I can work something out. I should … Continue reading

February 28, 2016 · Leave a comment

My Houseplants Hate Me

No eyes to see you. No hands to reach for your aid. I feel the disdain Growing in you; begrudging even the smallest of drops.

February 27, 2016 · Leave a comment

“Summer”

Crisp air Less definite now those brittle breaths have passed for another year   summer air its humid mass presses down on limbs unwanted   no movement until autumn

February 27, 2016 · Leave a comment

Haiku 16: Coffee

Sing me dark songs with A voice of ash and heaven. Wake me from slumber

February 27, 2016 · Leave a comment

Tanka 2

Breathing in crisp must The scents that herald winter. Understanding that written on each golden page, Shining words of renewal.

February 27, 2016 · Leave a comment

Tryst – Page 16

Written for the Borderline Press “Beasts” anthology.  Illustrated by James Oliver Firkins.

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Tryst – Page 15

Written for the Borderline Press “Beasts” anthology.  Illustrated by James Oliver Firkins.

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Tryst – Page 14

Written for the Borderline Press “Beasts” anthology.  Illustrated by James Oliver Firkins.

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