Ian Badcoe Poetry

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...

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...

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 ...

We went to a talk on liquids.  It was by a guy who had written a popular science book on the same subject.  He was an entertaining speake...

Why I have weaponized the thistledown Awake the pollen grains and log each tiny particle gone with the wind onto our most secure of...

A mighty organ, earlier today... I go regularly to a poetry open mic now, it's a great evening and the only way to expose WIP poems...

Engineering ...come with me for there is much to do, coils to degauss and pets to delouse and exoplanets to scope and spectra to analy...

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

Last night I finally watched a BBC program on the War Poets that I recorded in June.  It focussed not just on their poetry, but also on t...

This may be the newest poem I have ever posted, I was editing it as recently as August 7th...  although, as is common for me, it had its o...

Is this about feminism?  I don't know. I don't like to be political.  It comes from having been brought up in science fiction an...

A black hole: far, far away... It's Christmas time and there's no need... So here it is, merry... So, this is Christmas, a...

An engine, earlier today... I apologise in advance, the diagram to the right is for a far more modern petrol engine. Before New Year...