Biography of Diane Hine
Diane Hine Poems
A deviation split our primate past and catalysed the rise of modern man. Inquirers scan a triple epoch span to piece together how it came to pass:
A duel, only mist will intervene, Two men, a line of numbers span between, The field in which they stand, a complex plane; Which algebraic equations set this scene?
My toddler grandson squats beside a parked car to examine the wheels and undercarriage. I know more about cars than he does (temporarily) , so I tell him what an axle is.
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.
Earth And Moon
When Hadean Earth was magma sea, an impact cleaved the Moon, And eons since and eons hence, they dance in close commune. The Earth has flourished under axis stabilizing boon, The Moon's white face records a cannonade in craters strewn.
Coming, Ready Or Not
When we play hide and seek, my grandson tells me where to hide. I must hide in the tan swivel armchair. I want to sneak away to hide somewhere
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.
What’s new in science? Quantum computers? Good, we’ll need fuzzy thinking to resurrect the woolly mammoths snap frozen in Yakutsk. We’ll fire up some Pleistocene cybersex.
Marshmallow And Woodswallow
MARSHMALLOW Mix, add more
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
Redgate Beach (A Villanelle)
Between opposed currents, it's easy to slip, though a safety sign stands at Redgate Beach. I pay no heed and swim into a rip.
Bones with a sense of humour, ribs are jolly. They jiggle up and down when we laugh, like a stack of crazy smiles. Lungs are pink and pampered. The ribs cradle them, the diaphragm dandles them.
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.
A plentitude of photons would collide
(Read physics to explain precisely how)
And steadily our shared thoughts would divide
To render subtle change in either brow.
But over time our paths may fly apart