Ian Badcoe Poetry

At the fallen angel karma collider electric diagnostician and experimental tea bar I usually eschew what I think of as "arbitrary weird...

(I have not skipped a couple, I kept them private because they fell out kinda personal...) Taking it under advisement the first rule of deal...

Reflections in the kitchen sink I fail to grip the knife with any sort of skill so it is left stuck out, awkward, from the fist of ill-assor...

A simple little piece, this. The title, of course, comes from Duran Duran. The subject matter is cosmological physics, the life-cycles ...

I posted a preliminary version of this during NaPoWriMo back in April, but since then I've revised it a bit, and also I read it at Gor...

The guide to nine utopias I -- Gastronomic Stimpson's Authentic Fish-Flavoured Food Bricks in FreshSeal packaging to keep the zi...

The challenge here was a poem about a closed door.  I've taken that figuratively again.  The real door in this poem is glass and the cha...

This one languished for a long time as just the first strophe and the idea of releasing the mice.  However on the train yesterday it got i...

The Impirator's Trending Clothes Twenty-Three Thousand People are talking about this , and of course you want to Save the Bees, so cl...

A bit of an experiment this time.  I wrote this as a performance piece and the words are, frankly, ugly laid out on the page. Which doesn...

Some microfauna, earlier today We're in the throes of NaPoWriMo and it is eating up a lot of my spare time to try and turn out a poe...

Tea time, earlier today... I was just reminded of this, because it is another poem from Memento ... Minnie and Violet are real great a...

I found another poem that was inspired by David Bowie.  This time directly, as I wrote it while listening to The Man Who Sold the World o...

Rampant commercialism, earlier today Apparently it is Black Friday, although it isn't of course because I live in England (where we ...