Ian Badcoe Poetry

A bit of a cheat here, this was originally the first song that I wrote for my collaboration with Hallam London  but he didn't feel com...

The Engine Subcommittee... ...meets, occasionally quorate, and every Thursday evening in the longtime beer spill backroom of the Dog ...

Reference works So... Edward finally has the book.  It came in Amazon's robust brown cardboard packaging and the woman who live...

Poem that did not go where I expected The blade of the scissors which is half of the scissors a scissor if you will has a voice th...

The days of your life beyond recounting The days of your life beyond recounting waiting at the junction in the rain: the cars, the rad...

Towards a new "towards a new metaphysics" Professor Colin Ledgate taps his ream of printed handout notes lethargically up...

I came here from... I came here from Theoretical England, in the Best of All Possible British Isles. We do things differently there....

What we can learn from alien machinery. Align the fixing lugs with care.  Keep clothing, loose ideas and hair out of the works. Don't ...

Earthman!  Do you have time to talk about... "We follow our book," the thing explains, "the star we need to find...

Safeguarding the chain of evidence The police has started putting crime scene tape round places where no crime has ever been. It's...

raven rainwater hammered into the mud until it's smoking barns where my brothers sweated mindlessly to stack the crop the wooden post ...

Exits exist Things that fell apart, the centre never holding. Text inexplicable in significance, red on white signage and see there...

I shall now mock you Pick a country; choose a side; pick a religion, all the while insisting you and only you are right and I s...

As the title suggests, this was written originally as a NaPoWriMo poem, but it was subsequently featured by Kinsman when they were guest...

Meanwhile... along the high street and also down below grounded in the subterrain beneath the iron grating footsteps of the everyday th...

The Q in Quantum Mud on this five-barred gate, there must have been some other walker come this way...  And thus I have observed t...

Beachhead the seagulls convolute the air and draw the threads of it too thin to know and turn above your ice cream cone the ice cream s...

I've not posted enough this year. But I did post during NoPoWriMo and one of the poems was There's very much a multiverse  - a c...

Hi all, Sorry I disappeared without a word before the end of NaPiWriMo.  The explanation is that I was just running a bit late, but stil...

And should the unknowable come... "These facts few psychologists will dispute, and their admitted truth must establish for all t...