Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

Oh Hey!

Look! Submerged my poetic polemic about post-brexit Britain is back from the printers! Angsty, angry and bleak, it’s a bricolage stream-of-conscious outpouring for the disenfranchised European that fuses, original poetry, … Continue reading

December 17, 2020 · Leave a comment

Féach Thiar (Fastnet)

Steam driven exiles, ragged, beaten by absentee english, leave a tear far behind them – its paraffin eye scanning stony atlantic   tar ar ais tar ar ais It calls, … Continue reading

October 14, 2020 · Leave a comment

Obligatory Covid 19 Poem

Listen.  The directionless monoxide retch of engines – quarrelling in sick arteries has quieted.   Listen as the air thins and echoes sound in the urban uncertain – leaves rattling, … Continue reading

October 14, 2020 · Leave a comment

What It Means To Be English

A slightly bitter and ironic piece….

October 5, 2020 · Leave a comment

The Phantom Hitch-hiker – A True Story

Unexpected prose alert! My friend Mark had just bought a car and we would go for night drives, hunting for UFOs or headless horsemen or any other Fortean madness that … Continue reading

July 8, 2020 · Leave a comment

Vikingr

I took part in a conference at The University of Portsmouth called “Mapping – Uncharted Territory.” My video piece contained three of the poems from my Shipping Forecast project – … Continue reading

June 9, 2020 · Leave a comment

England Underground

Like any other day, the sun rose not caring that the earth would steal its light, holding onto it like like a frenzied mother   smothering her child. Not caring … Continue reading

June 8, 2020 · Leave a comment

On Visiting Alderley Edge in the Hope of Finding a Wizhard

I wanted to follow in their footsteps – inhaling the clean filth of leaf mould. Terror and adrenalin giving scent to the enemy; to be “relentlessly pursued by outlandish creatures.” … Continue reading

May 18, 2020 · Leave a comment

Silver Lining (Obligatory Covid 19 Poem)

  Listen.  The directionless monoxide retch of engines – quarrelling in sick arteries has quieted.   Listen as animals call from traffic islands, twitchels and premium wasteland – unsure of … Continue reading

April 6, 2020 · Leave a comment

Pulsar

This poem is inspired by a visit to Jodrell Bank Observatory and specifically a sound file of pulsars ‘singing’ on this page. I’m sort of tallying singing pulsars with Dr John … Continue reading

March 25, 2020 · Leave a comment