Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

Lullaby

The frenetic signal lost from Luxemburg at 0045 hours nightly, gave me time to retune the transistor radio to the long wave, ghost whining of empty air.   White mono … Continue reading

February 24, 2018 · 1 Comment

Hastings Beach 1974

Ignoring the arguments and the cigarette fug, I rub the condensation from the window. It won’t be long before white noise stops its sibilant assault on roof and windscreen.   … Continue reading

February 10, 2018 · Leave a comment

Davy’s of Dover

Tottering on the stub and clack, my Mum, replete in navy slacks, ushers us to Davy’s van to buy us fish and chips.   The salt and fat and ketchup … Continue reading

February 9, 2018 · Leave a comment

Hotel. Birmingham. 18.8.17. The Treachery of Mirrors

It’s stifling, even with the window open. The bloody workmen have woken me with drills and diggers with alarms that sound like they will break into ‘Jingle Bells.’ Every few … Continue reading

February 7, 2018 · Leave a comment

Lullaby

The frenetic signal lost from Luxembourg at 0045 hours nightly, gave me time to retune the transistor to the long wave, ghost whining of empty air.   White mono earphone … Continue reading

September 5, 2017 · Leave a comment

Bonnie Tyler and the Pigeon Gibbet (Tales From Tales From The Urban Prairie #26)

The guy next door suffered from schizophrenia. He talked about it to us often and gave us regular updates on his well-being and the state of his medication. I would often … Continue reading

June 23, 2017 · Leave a comment

Circus

Some kids from Barnsley came round with their geography teacher to point and gaze in wonderment and pity the decaying, failed estate.   “A lack of planning,” he explained, chest … Continue reading

May 11, 2017 · Leave a comment

Milk

By the time I got there, the walkways, built to accommodate milk floats for the daily pinta, were no longer served by the Express or Unigate. The Presto was cheaper and … Continue reading

March 14, 2017 · Leave a comment

I’m In a Fairly Grim Mood . . .

I’m in a fairly grim mood today, mostly because of the rampaging juggernaut of idiocy that is today’s Brexit Announcement. Anyway, I found some notes and I have no recollection … Continue reading

January 17, 2017 · Leave a comment

Three Haiku

Nostalgia A box of photos. The debris of simpler times. Wonderful and sad.   Lament Time still gives no clues As to how you changed the trees From oak to … Continue reading

March 1, 2016 · Leave a comment