Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

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

April 27, 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

October 1, 2021 · 1 Comment