Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

Fuckface

We had an exercise today where you wrote down two words you like, two words you use a lot and one made up word. That list was then given to … Continue reading

January 23, 2017 · Leave a comment

I’m In a Fairly Grim Mood . . .

I’m in a fairly grim mood today, mostly because of the rampaging juggernaut of idiocy that is today’s Brexit Announcement. Anyway, I found some notes and I have no recollection … Continue reading

January 17, 2017 · Leave a comment

Poetry News!

I have four poems in THIS COLLECTION You can buy the paperback from HERE And the Kindle eBook from HERE It’s spent a week at number one in the Amazon poetry … Continue reading

January 16, 2017 · Leave a comment

Voyager

When you get there put a word in. Just show them how we’re not all bad and that we have capacity for such beauty and such wonder.   I know … Continue reading

November 9, 2016 · Leave a comment

“Uprooted”

‘You live in your bloody head far too much,’ said Dad, ‘get into the world; away from all those damned books and fancy. We’re building an orchard’ – in the … Continue reading

October 19, 2016 · Leave a comment

Three Aromatic Poems

…a thruppence ha’penny heart attack.

September 29, 2016 · Leave a comment

Bridgnorth (Impressionist)

The Funicular purring; It’s winding gear and bull heads grind, chasing the heady scent of lavender underhill   while warm rain blots spatter the rosemary and sweet pea plants in … Continue reading

September 14, 2016 · Leave a comment

Not Gold

In Finsbury Park, he gains comfort from constellations,

July 13, 2016 · Leave a comment

Kevin

It wasn’t until years later that i pieced together the barbs and puffing chest at the mention of his name…

June 19, 2016 · Leave a comment

A Deserted Village

An Architect would no doubt weep at the maze of tumbled rock found sad, lonely, lost beneath the sweep of beaten bracken paths. Summer * brings bright silence with each … Continue reading

May 19, 2016 · Leave a comment