Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

Kings

With fingers stained and sticky From the juice of scrumped berries I peel enamel scales from the top of the weathered climbing frame.     From its ramparts, my pink … Continue reading

January 27, 2019 · Leave a comment

Maps

And then there’s me… the reluctant God of All Distance, placing a foot on paths seen only In lucid dreams   and on Google Earth. Breathless and drifting I vault … Continue reading

January 3, 2019 · Leave a comment