Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

Haunted When the Minutes Drag 5

5. Notes From an Arrested Day Alexa tells me it’s morning. There is light poking through the edges of the blackout curtain. I suppose she is right, but this does … Continue reading

22/04/2026 · Leave a comment

Haunted…

Well, the proof arrived and it looks bloody gorgeous … It’ll be in Amazon from May 4th.

07/04/2026 · Leave a comment

Haunted When the Minutes Drag 1

1. Time Stopped Behaving Itself  I didn’t notice time stopping so much as misbehaving. Like a child left alone with a felt tip pen and a white wall. No dramatic rupture. No bang. Just a slow … Continue reading

17/03/2026 · 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

22/02/2025 · Leave a comment

Dream Tyne – Travels Around the North East Coast (Part Three)

David Bowie 2 I own most of Bowie’s work in one format or another (often multiple formats) and was delighted that on reaching the Whitby, the Tesco superstore had a … Continue reading

10/02/2025 · Leave a comment

Dream Tyne – Travels Around the North East Coast (Part One)

Robin Hood’s Bay 1 I needed to get away. Somewhere quiet, isolated. I wanted to finish drafting my dissertation in a place with no distractions. The problem was that an … Continue reading

06/02/2025 · Leave a comment

Tom Lenk

I’m almost at the end of watching the complete ‘Buffy The Vampire Slayer’ (again.) Yes, I cried when Oz left; yes, I cried when Xander gave his ‘you are extraordinary’ … Continue reading

15/07/2023 · Leave a comment

On Visiting Alderley Edge in the Hope of Finding a Wizhard

I wanted to follow in their footsteps – inhaling the clean filth of leaf mould. Terror and adrenalin giving scent to the enemy; to be “relentlessly pursued by outlandish creatures.” … Continue reading

18/05/2020 · Leave a comment

Kings

An odd poem that came out of nowhere. It’s about a time when I was eight and was convinced I’d seen a dragon… With fingers stained  and sticky from the … Continue reading

27/01/2019 · Leave a comment

Two of the reasons I’m doing a PhD

A Confessional Prose Poem of sorts. i) Martin came  by to babysit.        I was three and had heard          Good Vibrations by the Beach Boys     on the radio that morning   … Continue reading

12/07/2018 · Leave a comment