Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

Dungeness. March 9th. 2018.

Prompted by a visit to the spectacularly odd town of Dungeness on the southeastern corner of England. An expansive shingle beach is sparsely covered with shacks, bungalows, the odd piece … Continue reading

May 20, 2022 · Leave a comment

Stillborn

I’m fascinated by Ravenscar, ‘The Town That Never Was.’ It was meant to be built on the cliffs just south of Whitby and Robin Hoods Bay to capitalise on the … Continue reading

May 4, 2022 · Leave a comment

An Autopsy

A true story of homelessness in mid-80s Sheffield. Previously published in “Absent Ginsberg” (A Swift Exit) With apologies to Saul Bass for the adapted poster.

April 28, 2022 · Leave a comment

Kiss Me Again, Jack

Short and sweet. One of the things I’ve utterly failed to grips with, on moving south, is the lack of winter. I mean, being from Yorkshire, I’m used to deep … Continue reading

April 27, 2022 · Leave a comment

A Deserted Village

This is the first thing I wrote that I would consider being a poem. I’d written some verses and some stuff that looked like a poem but I was never … Continue reading

April 25, 2022 · Leave a comment

I Remember the Sun

A poem that imagines a Roman soldier dejectedly walking around his garrison in the full force of a North Sea gale… The garrison marks the place that would become Ravenscar, … Continue reading

April 22, 2022 · Leave a comment

Temptress (For the Love of Kelvin Flats)

A reading of the first of my poems that was published by The London Magazine. A love song to a long-demolished brutalist housing estate in Sheffield.

April 21, 2022 · Leave a comment

Rockall Mugs

I was absolutely thrilled when I got a message from the Rockall Research people last week. They had seen my word cloud/poem/poster and asked if they could use it on … Continue reading

February 26, 2022 · Leave a comment

Peak 3 (Stillborn)

I’m currently writing a piece for my trip around the Shipping Forecast areas set in the Tyne region. It’s along the same lines as the Alderley and Avebury pieces, elsewhere … Continue reading

January 24, 2022 · Leave a comment

Inertia (Pretty Things)

I wanted to be an astronaut or a Marine biologist or an archeologist but the sciences were never really my thing. I didn’t dig the discipline. And when it all … Continue reading

November 25, 2021 · Leave a comment