Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

Flesh and Feather

Drab brown drag bustling with the snap and jitter of twelve frames a second. Squabble tweedling with dickering kin scrabble-flickering for errant grain.   The farmers sons with .22 strength … Continue reading

March 30, 2018 · Leave a comment

A Deserted Village

An Architect would no doubt weep at the maze of tumbled rock found sad, lonely, lost beneath the sweep of beaten bracken paths. Summer * brings bright silence with each … Continue reading

May 19, 2016 · Leave a comment

Tanka 2

Breathing in crisp must The scents that herald winter. Understanding that written on each golden page, Shining words of renewal.

February 27, 2016 · Leave a comment