Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

Tor

Having had a marvellous time in Scotland (just before the operation) I wanted to come home and write lots of bucolic poetry about the wonderful scenery I had witnessed. This … Continue reading

January 5, 2023 · Leave a comment

The Red Shoes

I’ve recently been in hospital for a major and life-altering operation; fetching gown, no? I came out of the anaesthetic. I wrote this on my phone, almost immediately. I have … Continue reading

December 19, 2022 · Leave a comment

More Published Work

I’m thrilled to announce that The London Magazine has once again seen fit to publish a couple of my poems. It never, ever stops being a thrill! Click on the … Continue reading

December 7, 2022 · Leave a comment

Miserable Tinsel

Dusk plummets with the grace of scissored marionettes disgorging phantom garlands from seeping notchwort across belties and gullies. Without the moon the vale, is festooned with the most miserable of … Continue reading

November 26, 2022 · Leave a comment

Vague Wisdom

As today is National Poetry Day (who knew?), I thought I’d better put something up. It’s been a while… Anyway, this started life as a cut-up using some Blake poetry, … Continue reading

October 6, 2022 · Leave a comment

Sub Iove

i – Two The first phrase I spoke was in awe of the storm. As the sky tore ablaze, my eyes widened and I pointed to the clouds. With tiny … Continue reading

September 5, 2022 · Leave a comment

I Got The Arthur Blakey Blues

Between playing field and farmers fallow – where cowslips and poppies bob and bow in an endless game of politeness – a tree that thought Victoria was fleeting, stood alone, … Continue reading

August 26, 2022 · Leave a comment

(Chromo)Y+Y = +sumgain

I’m in a weird mood. Maybe this visual poem shows that. Normal service will be resumed once I have this bee out of my bonnet.

August 6, 2022 · Leave a comment

himanimalwail

The third piece about the 80’s HIV crisis. It’s been weird writing about this stuff and has brought up some awful memories. I guess this can be seen as ‘therapy’ … Continue reading

August 4, 2022 · Leave a comment

Learning Shame and Anger in the Midst of a Moral Panic.

I’m often asked why I don’t write more about being queer. I find this to be an odd question. As far as I’m concerned, all of my poetry is queer … Continue reading

July 30, 2022 · Leave a comment