Ian Badcoe Poetry

Not really following any prompt here, except there was a prompt about "space" which prompted me (sic) to look through my notes for...

The prompt was to retell a creation myth. First time I've used "wang" or "tits" in a poem, but then your typical ...

Earlier this year Rosemary and I travelled to the mythical city of London, to meet up with a dozen or so other poets, all inhabitants of P...

Breakfast milk, earlier today. This poem came from its epigram, a Kurt Vonnegut line that struck me while I was reading Slaughterhouse-F...