Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

Hotel. Birmingham. 19.8.17. 03:17.am

Birmingham sleeps, its illuminated building works, a shadow jungle to trap the drunk and wary.   Lost in the plastic and sodium labyrinth; infernal circles traced in brick dust, he … Continue reading

February 8, 2018 · Leave a comment

Hotel. Birmingham 19.8.17 (03:17am: I Am Insomnia’s Bitch)

Sitting by the threadbare curtains, looking over the illuminated building works, from the fourth floor, waiting for something interesting to happen. Birmingham sleeps,   but a drunken Mancunian does not. … Continue reading

August 19, 2017 · Leave a comment

Three Aromatic Poems

…a thruppence ha’penny heart attack.

September 29, 2016 · Leave a comment