Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

Vikingr

I took part in a conference at The University of Portsmouth called “Mapping – Uncharted Territory.” My video piece contained three of the poems from my Shipping Forecast project – … Continue reading

June 9, 2020 · Leave a comment

Silver Lining (Obligatory Covid 19 Poem)

  Listen.  The directionless monoxide retch of engines – quarrelling in sick arteries has quieted.   Listen as animals call from traffic islands, twitchels and premium wasteland – unsure of … Continue reading

April 6, 2020 · Leave a comment

Pulsar

This poem is inspired by a visit to Jodrell Bank Observatory and specifically a sound file of pulsars ‘singing’ on this page. I’m sort of tallying singing pulsars with Dr John … Continue reading

March 25, 2020 · Leave a comment

Dunnet Head (Fair Isle*)

In the tactile quiet, the whine of the nervous system drowns the black sea, north of Dunnet Head. A caged sound wash   on this fluid canvas – where aspic … Continue reading

November 23, 2019 · Leave a comment

Via

nameless child nameless child mother earless mumchance   isle-bound by the grace of a king – to search for the divine idiolect – communion with the light of lights   … Continue reading

April 9, 2019 · Leave a comment

A Psalm of Stone

1. A merlin whiffles and surveys a ditch and bank, grateful for now open land and prey;   leaving bark and sap and leaf unsheathed; replaced by rootless fruit   … Continue reading

December 15, 2018 · Leave a comment

Lunar Tattoos – Available Now

I’m thrilled to announce that my first poetry chapbook – called Lunar Tattoos – is now available from Amazon in both eBook and physical form. It’s a collection poems about … Continue reading

August 1, 2018 · Leave a comment

Two of the reasons I’m doing a PhD

A Confessional Prose Poem of sorts. i) Martin came  by to babysit.        I was three and had heard          Good Vibrations by the Beach Boys     on the radio that morning   … Continue reading

July 12, 2018 · 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

Carrot

  There is   a car   rot on   the lawn;   the on   ly ev   idence   that we   once had   snow. Win   … Continue reading

March 1, 2018 · Leave a comment