Will Vigar

A Writer of Sorts

Laithe

The far barn was off limits; a mantra drummed into us from the day we moved in. No access to be had beyond   the rotting stiles and snow weathered … Continue reading

August 28, 2017 · Leave a comment

Hotel. Birmingham 19.8.17 (03:17am: I Am Insomnia’s Bitch)

Sitting by the threadbare curtains, looking over the illuminated building works, from the fourth floor, waiting for something interesting to happen. Birmingham sleeps,   but a drunken Mancunian does not. … Continue reading

August 19, 2017 · Leave a comment

Hotel. Birmingham. 18.8.17. (The Treachery of Mirrors)

The first non-Kelvin based writing I’ve done in about seven months.   Be gentle, I;m still not awake.   Hotel. Birmingham. 18.8.17. (The Treachery of Mirrors)   It’s 6:15 and … Continue reading

August 18, 2017 · Leave a comment