Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

Nostalgia (Part Two)

iii My formative years were founded in the temporary – moving towns far too frequently to establish any kind of stability or peer group – and I find myself often … Continue reading

February 18, 2025 · Leave a comment

NOSTALGIA (Part One)

Nostalgia was originally ‘discovered’ as an often-debilitating condition by Johannes Hofer in 1688. (Hofer, 1934) He was a medical student and observed a depressed behaviour among Swiss Mercenaries working away … Continue reading

February 16, 2025 · Leave a comment

Dream Tyne – Travels Around The North East Coast (Part Two)

Ravenscar – A Brief History 1 It is the fifth century. The Roman Empire is in catastrophic decline and the last of the legions stationed at Peak Fort pack up … Continue reading

February 8, 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

February 6, 2025 · Leave a comment

Ardnamurchan

i -1968 When I was four years old, we went on holiday with to the exotic sounding Ardnamurchan Point on the west coast of Scotland. I remember leaving home in the … Continue reading

January 29, 2025 · 2 Comments

Lullaby

November 3, 2021 · 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

May 18, 2020 · Leave a comment

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