Featured in 2015 Spring Issue of Rambunctious
Daydreaming a Flightless Adventure Anyi Liebler-Bendix, '16 Empty, thoughtless process mind wanders over yonder far beyond the pages of blank paper the hands on a clock like a compass pointing you in the right direction north, south, east, west you follow the yellow road the Cowardly Lion, the Tin Man greet you with surprise and they warn you of the wicked witch you travel onwards enjoying the peaceful, contentedness of absolutely nothing until the tornado that wraps you in a blanket of ashes carrying you for miles and miles dropping you off in a little town empty barrels flying bales of hay ghostly whispers of haunting aches the echoes of hoof beats pounding on the dried-up dirt dust sticking to your tongue tasting like sand you ride off West leaving your presence as a vague appearance of the imagination drowning in your fears water waist high feet sunk in deep you stand still as it sucks you in further and further until the horizon line has disappeared completely from sight a cannon is fired from the distance armed men in uniforms dance profoundly among the battlefield draped in blood a gunshot rings. It’s the bell. You’re not in Gettysburg anymore.