Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

Acoustic Mirrors (Dover)

A wheatear cocks it’s head neck stuttering as it tries to focus on the insect buzz not comprehending that this   is no meal – no mayfly nor mosquito – … Continue reading

November 28, 2018 · Leave a comment

Jack Skellington Moment….

What’s this? What’s This! I’m only in the new issue of The London Magazine!  Second appearance, third soon.  Two poems over three pages, both with a slightly Viking bent… As … Continue reading

August 4, 2018 · Leave a comment

Lunar Tattoos – Available Now

I’m thrilled to announce that my first poetry chapbook – called Lunar Tattoos – is now available from Amazon in both eBook and physical form. It’s a collection poems about … Continue reading

August 1, 2018 · Leave a comment

Two of the reasons I’m doing a PhD

A Confessional Prose Poem of sorts. i) Martin came  by to babysit.        I was three and had heard          Good Vibrations by the Beach Boys     on the radio that morning   … Continue reading

July 12, 2018 · Leave a comment

Dais

The wrong shoes impede my ascent and I struggle-slip through grass and gorse.   The keen thorned shrubs tug on too thin clothes and claw at barely waxed haversack   … Continue reading

June 2, 2018 · Leave a comment

News, apologies, excitement (slight return)

If I’ve seemed a bit quiet of late, there are a number of good reasons. Firstly, I’ve been chasing up a PhD for myself and after several months, I’ve got … Continue reading

May 28, 2018 · Leave a comment

Zennui

Do you know what? I still bloody love this… The complete 2 page strip I did for the Borderline Press book “Zombre”  

May 8, 2018 · 3 Comments

Dungeness – March 9th, 2018.

Brut concrete lines, aged and crinkled, adding ersatz shingles to a saved and solemn beach.   Beech gantries lead to stern signposts warning of ripped seas warmed, given unexpected life … Continue reading

May 2, 2018 · Leave a comment

Flesh and Feather

Drab brown drag bustling with the snap and jitter of twelve frames a second. Squabble tweedling with dickering kin scrabble-flickering for errant grain.   The farmers sons with .22 strength … Continue reading

March 30, 2018 · Leave a comment

Carrot

  There is   a car   rot on   the lawn;   the on   ly ev   idence   that we   once had   snow. Win   … Continue reading

March 1, 2018 · Leave a comment