Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

The Goodfellow

This baleful repetition – reaped and sown by the click and the flash, shackled in spider-murk and animate tangle,   is no jest or gawde but the felling of bodies; … Continue reading

February 2, 2018 · Leave a comment

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