Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

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

Wight Sketches

Okay, so I’ve not been around for a while. A mix of block and illness has conspired to keep me from writing but, tentatively, I seem to be back although … Continue reading

September 28, 2021 · Leave a comment

Selkie

1 Fríðr lived in a village by the sea with her husband and two children. She had many friends and was highly respected until her husband, a fisherman, was lost … Continue reading

November 12, 2020 · Leave a comment

Jack Skellington Moment….

What’s this? What’s This! I’m only in the new issue of The London Magazine!  Second appearance, third soon.  Two poems over three pages, both with a slightly Viking bent… As … Continue reading

August 4, 2018 · Leave a comment

Lunar Tattoos – Available Now

I’m thrilled to announce that my first poetry chapbook – called Lunar Tattoos – is now available from Amazon in both eBook and physical form. It’s a collection poems about … Continue reading

August 1, 2018 · Leave a comment

Flesh and Feather

Drab brown drag bustling with the snap and jitter of twelve frames a second. Squabble tweedling with dickering kin scrabble-flickering for errant grain.   The farmers sons with .22 strength … Continue reading

March 30, 2018 · Leave a comment

Carrot

  There is   a car   rot on   the lawn;   the on   ly ev   idence   that we   once had   snow. Win   … Continue reading

March 1, 2018 · Leave a comment

Lullaby

The frenetic signal lost from Luxemburg at 0045 hours nightly, gave me time to retune the transistor radio to the long wave, ghost whining of empty air.   White mono … Continue reading

February 24, 2018 · 1 Comment

Camille

Sweat and hands and passion shape an uncarved block   in his name; his reputation ensured by your devotion.   Each success bruising her affection. Each denial inflaming her desire. … Continue reading

February 20, 2018 · Leave a comment

Hotel. Birmingham. 19.8.17. 03:17.am

Birmingham sleeps, its illuminated building works, a shadow jungle to trap the drunk and wary.   Lost in the plastic and sodium labyrinth; infernal circles traced in brick dust, he … Continue reading

February 8, 2018 · Leave a comment