Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

A Dream

To see the sky with no tangent vapours marking its jetted limits…   To see the land unboxed, its concertina scars flooded and weeping…   To see the mirror-straits deepest … Continue reading

January 5, 2018 · Leave a comment

Rockall Sketches

1. Storm flirting kittywakes plummet as waves dance a reckless saltarello around the bluff islet. Luttering brine and summer squalls engulf. 2. Hasslewood hides – tooth rotten in the gum. … Continue reading

September 15, 2017 · Leave a comment

Seeds

With the battle lost, the remnants, ground down, were used as hardcore for roads, built to bolster shiny new tram lines that rush people past the ‘dozer razed haunt, with … Continue reading

July 13, 2017 · Leave a comment

The Urban Prairie

The title poem of my upcoming book and dissertation! Rooms seeping for pointing north; a coal head for illumination and air; coal fire that gave light and warmth; a griddle … Continue reading

July 11, 2017 · Leave a comment

I Can Never Forgive Ann Widdicombe

  The day they tore the flats down, a woman dressed in a navy blue uniform with red silk sash – buttons and medals winking with delight in the low … Continue reading

June 17, 2017 · Leave a comment

I Saw – Another tale from Kelvin Flats

Twice a day she passes, each time tutting a mantra to banish the monolith.   Knowing, as she does, the obvious squalor of it’s subhuman inhabitants.   She writes her … Continue reading

June 13, 2017 · Leave a comment

House Proud (Tales From The Urban Prairie #30)

I’m working on a project based on the flats I used to live in for most of the 80s. The notorious Kelvin Flats of Sheffield. The poem ‘Milk’ is set … Continue reading

May 6, 2017 · Leave a comment