Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

An Autopsy

A true story of homelessness in mid-80s Sheffield. Previously published in “Absent Ginsberg” (A Swift Exit) With apologies to Saul Bass for the adapted poster.

April 28, 2022 · 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

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

The Urban Prairie

The title poem of my upcoming book and dissertation! Rooms seeping for pointing north; a coal head for illumination and air; coal fire that gave light and warmth; a griddle … Continue reading

July 11, 2017 · Leave a comment

Temptress -Another Tale From The Urban Prairie

The true story of my first visit to Sheffield. I had come for an interview at Shirecliffe College. Going by the reputation of the course and college, it was my … Continue reading

June 27, 2017 · Leave a comment

Bonnie Tyler and the Pigeon Gibbet (Tales From Tales From The Urban Prairie #26)

The guy next door suffered from schizophrenia. He talked about it to us often and gave us regular updates on his well-being and the state of his medication. I would often … Continue reading

June 23, 2017 · Leave a comment

I Can Never Forgive Ann Widdicombe

  The day they tore the flats down, a woman dressed in a navy blue uniform with red silk sash – buttons and medals winking with delight in the low … Continue reading

June 17, 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

My Ex In Anger

My ex, in anger, threw my favourite pyrex pie plate from our eighth floor balcony, hoping to smash it to pieces.   But it landed in a tree – lodged between … Continue reading

May 13, 2017 · Leave a comment

Circus

Some kids from Barnsley came round with their geography teacher to point and gaze in wonderment and pity the decaying, failed estate.   “A lack of planning,” he explained, chest … Continue reading

May 11, 2017 · Leave a comment