Ian Badcoe Poetry

I have two poems We all are always never going home  and Girl with degenerate matter earring  in Corporeal , and another in their sibling pu...

The fog being what it is... ...the bellman comes and tolls his bell. His creaks tread up the outside stairs. The last few drunks lurch up fr...

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

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

Walking to Alpha Centauri This is not exactly a Christmas track, but Hallam  and I have not released anything for a while.  We j...

(Dedicated to Brenda Levy Tate) My favourite of Brenda's recent photos this has everything:  a galaxy, a self-portrait, an out...

Voyaging The ocean of ships extends all the way to the sunset, and even now a valiant steam launch may be trying to find out just h...

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...

The guide to nine utopias II -- Fast The traffic for your area: I'm Dan Trailer--and with values falling on the roads the slump...

The (alternative) prompt I followed for this was "a place you've never been". Cassini was an Italian "mathematician,...

Blatant cheating now, this isn't one I wrote for the occasion, but one I've had half finished in the pile forever.  So I dusted it o...

The challenge was to write a poem using: translucent, black, ride, stuff, house, strike, purpose, yellow, peace, road The rough guide to...

This is a poem about dementia, which isn't something which has badly impacted me in my life.  Yet... (My Nan had it, but I wasn'...

Another one written from a prompt on a course. To my mind this is pure science fiction: uncontaminated by plot or character or spaceship...

(OK, so the northern star isn't a quasar, call it artistic license...) What's to say here? Maybe nothing.  Let the poem speak...