Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

Puzzle 2

Bronze to orange blue to black Skies burn thickening Tornado stacks The vortex drops Unsummoned La Niña Returns to Oz Plastic wraps Atlantic drift Deep water stills And Churning In … Continue reading

July 23, 2023 · Leave a comment

Tom Lenk

I’m almost at the end of watching the complete ‘Buffy The Vampire Slayer’ (again.) Yes, I cried when Oz left; yes, I cried when Xander gave his ‘you are extraordinary’ … Continue reading

July 15, 2023 · Leave a comment

Caroline’s Friends

One of the things I loved, growing up, was listening to the radio, under the bedclothes, long after I should have been asleep. Chasing the signal, as one station faded … Continue reading

July 4, 2023 · Leave a comment

The Wind Talks When You Are Alone

June 11, 2023

Puzzle

June 10, 2023

The Tiny Infinity

I’ve an app that shows me the position of the stars. I hold infinity in one hand. Meanwhile outside the stars still shine. Infinity in the flesh.

March 23, 2023 · Leave a comment

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. I came out of the anaesthetic. I wrote this on my phone almost immediately. I have no recollection of … 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