Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

Puzzle 2

Bronze to orange blue to black Skies burn thickening Tornado stacks The vortex drops Unsummoned La Niña Returns to Oz Plastic wraps Atlantic drift Deep water stills And Churning In … Continue reading

23/07/2023 · Leave a comment

Sub Iove

i – Two The first phrase I spoke was in awe of the storm. As the sky tore ablaze, my eyes widened and I pointed to the clouds. With tiny … Continue reading

05/09/2022 · Leave a comment

Kiss Me Again, Jack

Short and sweet. One of the things I’ve utterly failed to grips with, on moving south, is the lack of winter. I mean, being from Yorkshire, I’m used to deep … Continue reading

27/04/2022 · Leave a comment

Brittle (for Greg)

Brittle (For Greg) the weather knew and howled a gale cancelling it plans for an Indian summer raging at the trees that shed their sallows at its stuttered breath – … Continue reading

01/10/2021 · 1 Comment