Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

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

Losna (Winter)

From beside a sun- paled bridge – enamel petals falling, brickle and bleached – I watch the mounting satellite –   wan-creeping above bitter horizon – over looking-glass spatters of … Continue reading

December 19, 2017 · Leave a comment

Going Home:Keats – Episode 18

He wanted to know why we didn’t go out at night. I did a double take. I thought it was obvious.
“Yes, I understand that those creatures are out there. Is that the only reason?”
“Isn’t that enough?”
He smiled and said,
“No.”

June 20, 2016 · Leave a comment

Kiss Me Again, Jack

So many years since I felt the hoar caress my cheek   with needle teeth. Not breaking the skin but bringing it to rude life . . .   Kiss … Continue reading

March 15, 2016 · Leave a comment