Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

Aurochs (Irish Sea)

Through the trees, a rum tang  of brine encroaching; a brackish  lick insinuates itself into a bed    of coarse reeds that wither   with its saline sting. Aurochs   sensing their time is … Continue reading

August 27, 2019 · Leave a comment

Dais

The wrong shoes impede my ascent and I struggle-slip through grass and gorse.   The keen thorned shrubs tug on too thin clothes and claw at barely waxed haversack   … Continue reading

June 2, 2018 · Leave a comment