Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

Ardnamurchan: The Distance Between Us.

And so, after half  a century, I finally make it back to Ardnamurchan. It is both a moment of triumph and a moment of disappointment. Part of the disappointment is … Continue reading

March 20, 2025 · 2 Comments

Weird and Eerie (1) – Last Train To London Dark – Part Two.

xiii. Rik Rack Recumbent On a bench outside the main gate of King’s Cross Station, I see a familiar face. Rik Rack has poured himself into a solid wooden bench … Continue reading

March 5, 2025 · Leave a comment

Melancholia and the Janus Hue – Part Two

vi ‘Since the Saturnine temperament is slow, prone to indecisiveness, sometimes one has to cut one’s way through with a knife. Sometimes one ends by turning the knife against oneself.’ … Continue reading

February 28, 2025 · Leave a comment

Melancholia and the Janus Hue – Part One

i ‘To attempt to write a guide to such an amorphous concept as melancholy is overwhelmingly impossible, such is the breadth and depth of the topic, the disciplinary territories, the … Continue reading

February 26, 2025 · Leave a comment

Lunar Module and the Call of The Sea (Part Two)

V My parents did not like or approve of Science Fiction. It seemed odd to shun a single genre like that, especially as I was also a horror fan, but … Continue reading

February 24, 2025 · Leave a comment

Lunar Module and the Call of the Sea (Part One)

I On Monday mornings at infant school, we did something called ‘News and Stories.’ These days it is known as ‘Show and Tell’ but ‘News and Stories’ had an additional … Continue reading

February 22, 2025 · Leave a comment

Oil and Algae

We tramped through narrow dew set paths lined with gorse, it’s barbed wire limbs waving warning trophies of rent clothing; a BMX, abandoned in the no man’s land of briar … Continue reading

April 22, 2019 · Leave a comment