Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

Maps

And then there’s me… the reluctant God of All Distance, placing a foot on paths seen only In lucid dreams   and on Google Earth. Breathless and drifting I vault … Continue reading

January 3, 2019 · Leave a comment

A Psalm of Stone

1. A merlin whiffles and surveys a ditch and bank, grateful for now open land and prey;   leaving bark and sap and leaf unsheathed; replaced by rootless fruit   … Continue reading

December 15, 2018 · Leave a comment

Well, gosh!

I’m in the London Magazine, again! Two of my poems about Norway, ‘Tromsdalen’ and ‘Losna (Winter)’ appear in the December/January issue which is available via by clicking on this link  … Continue reading

December 10, 2018 · 1 Comment

Bailey Bank

No Bailey takes us from mainland and over the Faeroes to open seas above Rosemary Seamount Crater that gapes, dormant but screaming, as she is force fed distressed ships and … Continue reading

December 4, 2018 · Leave a comment

Acoustic Mirrors (Dover)

A wheatear cocks it’s head neck stuttering as it tries to focus on the insect buzz not comprehending that this   is no meal – no mayfly nor mosquito – … Continue reading

November 28, 2018 · Leave a comment

Jack Skellington Moment….

What’s this? What’s This! I’m only in the new issue of The London Magazine!  Second appearance, third soon.  Two poems over three pages, both with a slightly Viking bent… As … Continue reading

August 4, 2018 · Leave a comment

Lunar Tattoos – Available Now

I’m thrilled to announce that my first poetry chapbook – called Lunar Tattoos – is now available from Amazon in both eBook and physical form. It’s a collection poems about … Continue reading

August 1, 2018 · Leave a comment

Two of the reasons I’m doing a PhD

A Confessional Prose Poem of sorts. i) Martin came  by to babysit.        I was three and had heard          Good Vibrations by the Beach Boys     on the radio that morning   … Continue reading

July 12, 2018 · Leave a comment

Dais

The wrong shoes impede my ascent and I struggle-slip through grass and gorse.   The keen thorned shrubs tug on too thin clothes and claw at barely waxed haversack   … Continue reading

June 2, 2018 · Leave a comment

News, apologies, excitement (slight return)

If I’ve seemed a bit quiet of late, there are a number of good reasons. Firstly, I’ve been chasing up a PhD for myself and after several months, I’ve got … Continue reading

May 28, 2018 · Leave a comment