Biography of Diane Hine
Diane Hine Poems
Mathematical Star Signs
A Mass of Aries rams describes a Curl Potentially connected to a Field Some Fractal of Mechanics may unfurl A Calculus of fuzzy-logic yield.
The narrow path towards Mt Toolbrunup inclines through fragrant green enclosing wood. He forged ahead, I kept up best I could. A tumbled boulder slope leads ever up.
The couple ordered flat whites in the café. “I bet there’ll be spillage in the saucer”, she said, watching waiters dash past the table. “Well, there was a time, ” he said, “when pouring
Buying a Car
I wanted a car when I wearied of walking. With savings in hand, I left home to peruse. The dealer was helpful, bright-eyed and fast-talking. He offered two models from which I could choose.
Parrot In Paradise
Parrot in the cyclone eye spread his sodden wings to dry. Wall of wind approaching sly snapped him up and flung him high.
Free Choice (cleave/trigee)
If...............The only certainty one has..........is faith............that something exists; then.............it follows that
The diner nibbles biscuit because a stealthy misfit has finished off the brisket and the pie. His methods are erratic
A grey cat with vivid green eyes hid in long grass beside a letterbox. Two birds hopped and skipped along the path. The cat’s attention was fixed.
A sci-fi sonnet
The human was immortal; problem solved. He siphoned power from a black hole rim. Gazillions of years lay ahead of him. He’d need them as the Universe devolved.
Electric Eel (Sonnet)
The goldfish died. Eric bought an eel which mulls by day or haunts the galleon-wreck and slips by night in scaleless dishabille to trace lemniscates over a gravel bed.
Caesar thought he was out of reach 'midst weeds and grass, he ate a peach. Pompeia, his wife, found him at last Palms held up, she delivered a blast.
Sonnet 1: Hypothetical
If freshly cloned, with memories intact Unable hence to occupy one ground Our senses would not duplicate exact the information beaming from around.
Laced within entropic flow arbitrary eddies swirl, Fleeting fluctuating twirls dissipating apropos.
Anglers in Love
ANGLERFISH LUST (his) A ppease my greed, N arcotic scentress, G lowing pure quintessence.
Old Egyptian blue,
the colour did not fade
God gave cats vibrissae
that's why they're smug.
Sure, they can all sing
but which are the divas?
Fate's a tickly thing
Close your eyes baby
didya feel that?