Ian Badcoe Poetry

  I recently had this one published in the newly reactivated Riggwelter  many thanks to the incomparable Jon Kinsman. Your life need not mak...

To celebrate the appearance of my poem TINAG in  Selcouth Station  here is a recording of me reading it, with a few virtual co-conspirators ...

  An ontology of everything (excerpt) the wind; the wind in rushes; the wind in rushes at low to moderate speed; the wind; the wind in corn;...

  Environmental factors Terroir  (French pronunciation: ​[tɛʁwaʁ] from terre, "land") is the set of all environmental factors that...

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...

The Arc of Modern Political Thought I – Do not confuse me with a fellow traveller... ...do not make that mistake I won't be man...

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...

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...

Paul Brookes is a poet I know through the internet.  We used to hang out on Poetry Circle, an online forum... Before I begin this revi...

Warning labels May be acerbic.  May mock.  May experience emotions not so easily described.  Grumpiness can happen.  May want to help and ...

My scripted life Hi! I am #GIRLNAME, you may not recall but we met at that #EVENT and I just love to share sweet pictures of myself....

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

Making distinctions Some say the gills are grey beneath the fringe and that is how you tell, and snobs will claim the acid-test ...

In the horological gardens : ruderal moments you are beneath a tree; the leaves a semi-parasol; the sun pleasantly hazed by high t...

Some lichen, earlier this year... Who cares for the lichen? Who folds its laundry, warm from the machine? Who keeps its kitchen cl...

No man I don't see people any more, they're all atoms and tissues and fresh angles on psychology and neurology and social ro...

We went on holiday to stomp around our old stomping grounds near Bristol and Bath. And we took advantage of being there to visit a few p...

Offline processing This poem existed as only the opening line for a long time...  I knew how I wanted it to feel, but not what I wanted...

This was recently on the front page of Poetry Circle which is a great poetry magazine/forum site with lots of active members and a lot of...

You have to imagine that the bits like this etc are informational signs with peeling paint on the walls in a disused hospital. Signs an...