Happy Tuesday, Medusa fans! We hope you’ve enjoyed a wonderful long weekend and Marathon Monday. To start off this short week, how about reading some fabulous poetry? If you missed our last post, feel free to read it here! Today we bring more great poetry from a past issue of the Laughing Medusa.
As part of the celebration for our new online home this year, we’ve started featuring a selection of some of our favorite pieces from previous print issues of our magazine. Each piece has been selected by a member of our Editorial Council, who’ve been kind enough to tell us why they love it (and why they hope you will, too). If this week’s choice or any others leave you wanting more—and we hope they do—be sure to check out the full version of our latest issue, now available online under that “Our Current Issue” tab you’ll find above.
This week, the featured poem is Dry Fire, featured in the Spring 2015 issue and written by Sophia Valesca Görgen. This piece was chosen by the amazing Ji.
Here is what she has to say about it:
A bow dry fired
might crack, snap with shivers
up its limbs. It presses tattoos
of lumped blood into skin, marking
mistakes with the bite—then the fade
of bilirubin. She hopes
he will let her touch him
by the shoulder when he notches
the arrow, draws back.
He should save his dry energy
for the night, for after hours’
champagne and bagel bites,
for sketching outlines on her back
of knobbed vertebrae. His calluses
have been rubbed through the tab
from hundreds of arrow ends.
She is waiting, certain of the bruising,
certain of the snap.