Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

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

Life – infinite – Death

Well, look at these beauties! My new creative writing project is a short, non-linear story based around the theories of Boltzman, Everett, Schrodinger and Tegmark. It’s an experiment and a … Continue reading

March 17, 2017 · Leave a comment

Stanlow

This is a piece of visual poetry. The text was overlaid onto a picture of Stanlow and apes the night time skyline of the refinery. Unfortunately, wordpress compresses pictures quite substantially. … Continue reading

January 27, 2017 · 2 Comments

Poetry News!

I have four poems in THIS COLLECTION You can buy the paperback from HERE And the Kindle eBook from HERE It’s spent a week at number one in the Amazon poetry … Continue reading

January 16, 2017 · Leave a comment

Going Home: Keats – Episode 24

June 4th Spiggy sleeps closest to the door, so when Mook knocked, I kicked him out to answer it. Mook arrived with breakfast. Breakfast in bed is getting to be … Continue reading

October 19, 2016 · Leave a comment

Alberto and Jeff- Of Cats and Monkeys 3

October 15, 2016 · Leave a comment

Three Aromatic Poems

…a thruppence ha’penny heart attack.

September 29, 2016 · Leave a comment

Bridgnorth (Impressionist)

The Funicular purring; It’s winding gear and bull heads grind, chasing the heady scent of lavender underhill   while warm rain blots spatter the rosemary and sweet pea plants in … Continue reading

September 14, 2016 · Leave a comment