Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

A Prayer to the Bean

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February 7, 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 new … Continue reading

February 6, 2018 · Leave a comment

Church Ope Cove

Tethered kelp shakes angry algal fists at boy racer waves reaching for shore. Slow-time tides beat lunar tattoos. Oil black mackerel taunt the shore bound; Slick and shifting. Wind whips; … Continue reading

February 5, 2018 · Leave a comment

ursus maritimus

Her head low and eyes fixed on mine. Loping from floe   to sea to dolerite schist; crackling on the lime rich shore;   following stale musk. Per shakes my … Continue reading

December 9, 2017 · Leave a comment

Hotel. Birmingham. 18.8.17. (The Treachery of Mirrors)

The first non-Kelvin based writing I’ve done in about seven months.   Be gentle, I;m still not awake.   Hotel. Birmingham. 18.8.17. (The Treachery of Mirrors)   It’s 6:15 and … Continue reading

August 18, 2017 · Leave a comment

Seeds

With the battle lost, the remnants, ground down, were used as hardcore for roads, built to bolster shiny new tram lines that rush people past the ‘dozer razed haunt, with … Continue reading

July 13, 2017 · Leave a comment

I Saw – Another tale from Kelvin Flats

Twice a day she passes, each time tutting a mantra to banish the monolith.   Knowing, as she does, the obvious squalor of it’s subhuman inhabitants.   She writes her … Continue reading

June 13, 2017 · Leave a comment

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

February 10, 2017 · Leave a comment

Grímsbœ

More visual poetry, this time about Grimsby.

February 5, 2017 · Leave a comment

Not Gold

In Finsbury Park, he gains comfort from constellations,

July 13, 2016 · Leave a comment