Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

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


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

Trial Lovecraftian Pastiche/Wibbling

I had to knock out two thousand words for an exercise in the workshop section of my MA. I had a few notes on a Lovecraft pastiche idea I had … Continue reading

November 23, 2016 · Leave a comment