Will Vigar

a writer of sorts


This is a piece of visual poetry. The text was overlaid onto a picture of Stanlow and apes the night time skyline of the refinery. Unfortunately, wordpress compresses pictures quite substantially. … Continue reading

January 27, 2017 · 2 Comments

I’m In a Fairly Grim Mood . . .

I’m in a fairly grim mood today, mostly because of the rampaging juggernaut of idiocy that is today’s Brexit Announcement. Anyway, I found some notes and I have no recollection … Continue reading

January 17, 2017 · Leave a comment


‘You live in your bloody head far too much,’ said Dad, ‘get into the world; away from all those damned books and fancy. We’re building an orchard’ – in the … Continue reading

October 19, 2016 · Leave a comment


  I have just planted Sunflowers and now it is Raining. A lesson.

May 10, 2016 · 2 Comments

An Autopsy

An Autopsy (on being homeless in Sheffield in the 1980’s) i.   Among mills, warehouses, tenements; stone blackened; cars burned; metal rusted; Each transformed by the neglect brought by progress. … Continue reading

April 6, 2016 · Leave a comment

Kiss Me Again, Jack

So many years since I felt the hoar caress my cheek   with needle teeth. Not breaking the skin but bringing it to rude life . . .   Kiss … Continue reading

March 15, 2016 · Leave a comment

Going Home: Keats – Episode 5

April 20th I didn’t sleep much. They were very active last night; very aggressive. I’ll have to check the animals in a while, but I’m expecting the worst. We had … Continue reading

March 10, 2016 · Leave a comment

Going Home: Keats – Episode 4

April 19th Breakfast. Animals. Piano. The problem, I suppose, is that I don’t know most of the music I found. Not by name, anyway. Playing it, aware that my sight … Continue reading

March 4, 2016 · Leave a comment

Three Haiku

Nostalgia A box of photos. The debris of simpler times. Wonderful and sad.   Lament Time still gives no clues As to how you changed the trees From oak to … Continue reading

March 1, 2016 · Leave a comment

Church Ope Cove

Tethered kelp shakes angry algal fists at boy racer waves. *** Reaching for shore, slow-time tides beat lunar tattooes. *** Oil black mackerel taunt the shore-bound; Slick and shifting. *** … Continue reading

February 28, 2016 · Leave a comment