maiden grass. A poem by E. Darcy Trie.

 
 
 
look
mother
i have your hands
the thin ridge of toes
shang-hai at the east heel
the mole of hunan beneath
the hangnail
even the barley of your laugh
grows along this throat
 
but you say
something in my field
cannot
that i have lost the taste
for your gods
your gardens
your gracious arsenal
of acquiescence
 
you accuse like a brick
whose powers are to
bash and be broken
that i am a woman
of the west bridge
the brown bells of my body
clang at a different hour
that i find lust is a fist
not knees of lilies
that i need
while you knead
but it is not the
same
that my shame
will last for generations
all because
she ate the edge of things
 
and i
 
only
the centers
 
 
she cuts
like a metal salad
still good for you
even as it rips at the belly
i am too tender
unable to carry
such sacred bitter water
this daughter
will leave the table cold
it will empty chairs
rattle rugs
and fail to catch
those christ nails
that somehow
show how strong
she is
even while
lying down
 
it is too late
to apologize
though the words swell
against her hills and dale
but i will not
for i know
sorry
is just a
word
 
 
yet
she will forgive me
when i return
push past paladin plains
ghost over geometric gates
my feet damp
across maiden grass
and the short stride
to her door
 
it will open
her face
will startle
like a flock of birds
doused in sunlight
before wheeling back
to the nest
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Darcy Trie-1

Darcy was 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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