Refugee
I wanted to write a poem about the refugee crisis. I wanted it to be a savage criticism of the political situation leading up to the mass migration; the horrors … Continue reading
Fifteen Cafe Scenes (1 – 5)
i. Weasel A weasel in a shiny suit, all slavering chops and malintent, insinuates that the only way to progress is through sordid impropriety ii. Yummy She does her best … Continue reading
Kiss Me Again, Jack
So many years since I felt the hoar caress my cheek with needle teeth. Not breaking the skin but bringing it to rude life . . . Kiss … Continue reading
Dynevor Road (1-4)
domestic vignettes from when i lived with my grandparents in the 1970’s 1.Brawn Half a pig’s head lies forgotten having fallen behind the electrolux * The rising damp in the understair larder … Continue reading
Three Haiku
Nostalgia A box of photos. The debris of simpler times. Wonderful and sad. Lament Time still gives no clues As to how you changed the trees From oak to … Continue reading
Church Ope Cove
Tethered kelp shakes angry algal fists at boy racer waves. *** Reaching for shore, slow-time tides beat lunar tattooes. *** Oil black mackerel taunt the shore-bound; Slick and shifting. *** … Continue reading
My Houseplants Hate Me
No eyes to see you. No hands to reach for your aid. I feel the disdain Growing in you; begrudging even the smallest of drops.
“Summer”
Crisp air Less definite now those brittle breaths have passed for another year summer air its humid mass presses down on limbs unwanted no movement until autumn
Haiku 16: Coffee
Sing me dark songs with A voice of ash and heaven. Wake me from slumber
Tanka 2
Breathing in crisp must The scents that herald winter. Understanding that written on each golden page, Shining words of renewal.
Will Vigar 
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