Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

Féach Thiar (Fastnet)

Steam driven exiles, ragged, beaten by absentee english, leave a tear far behind them – its paraffin eye scanning stony atlantic   tar ar ais tar ar ais It calls, … Continue reading

October 14, 2020 · Leave a comment

Obligatory Covid 19 Poem

Listen.  The directionless monoxide retch of engines – quarrelling in sick arteries has quieted.   Listen as the air thins and echoes sound in the urban uncertain – leaves rattling, … Continue reading

October 14, 2020 · Leave a comment

What It Means To Be English

A slightly bitter and ironic piece….

October 5, 2020 · Leave a comment