smarter than sugar
i once understood the language
of strawberries and creole
and upon the sickle tree
i hung gods until their bodies
swelled and trumpet lilies bloomed like
afterthoughts or translations
sung by the damned
and in the guts of night
i crafted the clavicle of a sonnet
knuckles rippling
like a gray sheet
a history lesson with grandmother’s hair
and chanting like an orchestra
i had dallied in colored wars
and rolled dice made of mangrove
millets and messages
the purple pits ate by eight
and had i listened
these new runes foretold
when the white drapes
would fall
and when it did
the flounder refused to speak
it is caught
flopping red and then black
each side growing weaker
until it was just
dinner
its amber face is trapped between tequila
and november
sometimes
on the patio
i call out to the violins in lemon valley
but now
they do not
answer
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Born in Taipei, Taiwan in 1975, E. Darcy Trie is a Scorpio, Rabbit and matriculated in Little Rock, Arkansas at the age of two. She graduated at the University of Arkansas at Fayetteville with a B.A. in Psychology along with Minors in Drama and Asian Studies. Sensing that achieving her Masters would drive her to drink, she wisely opted to tour Asia in her early twenties (thanks to a grant provided by Bank Of Daddy), and in the year 2000, found herself in the heart of Beijing, China where she began writing due to the fact that crocheting was far too complicated and because the voices in her head would not shut up.
By 2004, she had completed two romances, one historical and one modern, and after viewing all nine seasons of the X-Files and three seasons of C.S.I, finished the first two series of the Snow novels and is currently writing the third installment. During this time, she has also had several pieces of her poetry published in various online poetry magazines.
Her passions and hobbies includes writing, reading (anything put out by Neil Gaiman), Disney movies, all divination tools such as Tarot, I-Ching, Runes and is an enthusiastic, although albeit amateur, astrologist/paranormal investigator. She is 5’10, weighs whatever she wrote on her driver’s license, owns a lot of black hoodies and is addicted to It’s A Grind’s Passion Fruit tea.
She is fluent in English, Mandarin Chinese, some French and once took a Zero Hour in Greek in high school. She hates mornings, coconuts, wire bras, and sincerely hopes that this is bio is long enough to fill up an entire page (doubled-space of course).
Ms. Trie currently lives in Las Vegas, NV because she adores $2.99 buffets, Paigow Poker, and that lovely 116 degree August weather. She dreams of writing best-selling novels that will delight and thrill her future fans and because she is tired of being a productive citizen and wants to go back to being a mooching hermit.
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……….she sounds like a perfectly wonderful person……..real and not plastic………….whom I would like in having as a friend…….her poem is thought provoking…….. her bio is the kind of tongue in cheek-ness that made me smile whilst informing me of a few bits of truth…………nicely done……
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Greetings Darcy! My dear friend for many moons gave me your poem, At the end of Lemon Valley, last Sunday. Her name is Edy. I wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed reading aloud this fine poem. I too am a poet. Your poem has so many memorable images…trumpet lilies blooming like afterthoughts or translations…..knuckles rippling like a grey sheet….dice made of mangrove…the amber face trapped between tequila and November. Thanks for the music!
Greetings Darcy! My dear friend for many moons gave me your poem, At the end of Lemon Valley, last Sunday. Her name is Edy. I wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed reading aloud this fine poem. I too am a poet. Your poem has so many memorable images…trumpet lilies blooming like afterthoughts or translations…..knuckles rippling like a grey sheet….dice made of mangrove…the amber face trapped between tequila and November. Thanks for the music!