...as the Green Party candidate in my local area. May 7th 2015 (unless the election is called earlier for some reason...)
Wish me luck!
When Sea Level RisesWhen Sea Level RisesWhen Sea Level Rises by coshipi
Or possibly falls.
You push a boulder up a small rise
Out of a little dip
It may roll away
Far down the other side of the hill
Into a valley you couldn’t see.
The climate could be like that.
Quite likely it’s up hill all the way.
There are nuclear power stations
All around the coast.
If sea level rises
They’ll get swamped.
A half metre rise doesn’t sound much
Has made wide flat areas
That absorb storm energy
Half a metre of extra depth
Will mean they absorb
Very much less
And every storm will batter
Anything on the coast.
Are better than Soviet ones
So they said
And Japanese reactors
Are just as good as British ones
So they said
If sea level doesn’t rise
Because the changing climate
Goes the other way...
Then the Ice Is Coming
What advancing ice
Will do to nuclear reactors
Doesn’t bear thinking about.
Even just a lower sea leve
The MeetingThe Meeting by coshipi
He was twenty-four. She was only nineteen.
She could type forty words a minute, with perfect spelling and grammar, and a wide and educated vocabulary. He pecked at the keyboard with two fingers, couldn't spell, didn't always hit the key he intended anyway and didn't necessarily notice, and had to look up quite a lot of the words she used in Merriam Webster.
They'd never met before – not in the flesh, so to speak, anyway. They'd met in an internet chat room over a year earlier, and chatted frequently. They'd seen a couple of still photographs of each other. He'd seen a lot of photographs she'd taken, and she'd seen a few he'd taken, and a few more other people had taken for him.
They met on a windswept and lonely railway station platform, fifty miles from each of their homes. There was no booking clerk in the ticket office, just an automatic ticket machine. It was doubtful there were any railway staff there at all, but they didn't know for sure one way or the other. She'd travelled from
I had a dream last nightI had a dream last night.I had a dream last night by coshipi
New legislation had been passed down from God. The propagation of certain negative stereotypes was to be outlawed.
A newspaper editor was sentenced to clear mines in Cambodia for five years (or life, whichever was the shorter) for applying "bogus" to "asylum seekers".
A couple of front-bench politicians - one from each side - were convicted of combining the words "illegal" and "immigrant" in a way that suggested that all immigrants were illegal. They were sent to pick cotton buds in Orissa for ten years.
At first I was worried that this was taking work away from the children who'd normally do it - but I was told they'd been sent to school at the British government's expense, and their families were being paid compensation for the loss of earnings.
I was just thinking what a wonderful new law this was, when I learnt I was to be prosecuted for something I'd written in a letter to the Grauniad. The sentence was likely to be ten years' teaching in a British public