Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

Fish Wife

More Grimsby stuff.  Not sure why Grimsby is holding a sudden fascination, but you go where the inspiration is, I guess.   FISH WIFE   He climbs from the deck … Continue reading

10/02/2017 · Leave a comment

Grímsbœ

More visual poetry, this time about Grimsby.

05/02/2017 · Leave a comment

Asunderland

I’m dreaming of a metal cage. A bloodied angel caught, hanging over me – unscathed but screaming. His life rains it’s final hour and . . . I am trapped … Continue reading

23/04/2016 · Leave a comment

Church Ope Cove

Tethered kelp shakes angry algal fists at boy racer waves. *** Reaching for shore, slow-time tides beat lunar tattooes. *** Oil black mackerel taunt the shore-bound; Slick and shifting. *** … Continue reading

28/02/2016 · Leave a comment