Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

My Ex In Anger

A poem about making the best out of a crappy situation and grabbing happiness where you can.

May 21, 2022 · Leave a comment

Dungeness. March 9th. 2018.

Prompted by a visit to the spectacularly odd town of Dungeness on the southeastern corner of England. An expansive shingle beach is sparsely covered with shacks, bungalows, the odd piece … Continue reading

May 20, 2022 · Leave a comment

Stillborn

I’m fascinated by Ravenscar, ‘The Town That Never Was.’ It was meant to be built on the cliffs just south of Whitby and Robin Hoods Bay to capitalise on the … Continue reading

May 4, 2022 · Leave a comment

Temptress (For the Love of Kelvin Flats)

A reading of the first of my poems that was published by The London Magazine. A love song to a long-demolished brutalist housing estate in Sheffield.

April 21, 2022 · Leave a comment

Peak 3 (Stillborn)

I’m currently writing a piece for my trip around the Shipping Forecast areas set in the Tyne region. It’s along the same lines as the Alderley and Avebury pieces, elsewhere … Continue reading

January 24, 2022 · Leave a comment

Bullshit Detector

1. 1983 and faux anarchic romanticism seduces me. Squatting for peace dreaming that the threat of Threads is gone and Barefoot Gen can sleep unhindered; ashen shadows confined to graffiti. … Continue reading

November 12, 2021 · Leave a comment

Lullaby

November 3, 2021 · Leave a comment

Feach Thiar – Fastnet

November 2, 2021 · Leave a comment

Heligoland (German Bight)

1. Dismay To the dismay of ornithologists the birds rise and flee. Starlings startled by deep thrumming scatter; their murmuration disrupted, the air thickened by the chop of rotol blades. … Continue reading

October 21, 2021 · Leave a comment

Felix and Fingal

Hauled through dreich and spindrift, stomach queered by seekrankheit he gives thanks as he moors to the tuff and – learning how to walk on land again – takes in … Continue reading

October 19, 2021 · Leave a comment