A tree is a monster with very tiny legs,
but it is so heavy that it fell to the ground,
and it's trying to reach everywhere
- Chayton Xavier Marquis / Chavez Elementary School
From Camp Randall to WidMer, and from the bike tires to the trees
Seeing all the people going places and thinking “you're nothing like me!”
Then I remember “we’re all Badgers fans!!!”
- Katherine Walsh / Our Lady Queen of Peace
You might know my
name not my story so
get to know before you
judge me <3
- Jada Shaw
My Madison is my sanctuary.
Even in February. Beautiful city dark or light, biking in the summer’s night; it gives me a sense of flight.
Never fright for Madison can be your sanctuary too.
Even in February.
- Cody Harrington / Shabazz
Oh City of Shimmering Lakes
Thronged streets of hurried cells
Spin spider webs of sights and smells
Like an insect, I scurry through your concrete veins
Catch me in your snare, oh city of shimmering lakes.
- Indigo Smith-Oles / Shabazz
In Madison I Learned…
How to ride the bus.
Everyday is “Hippie” Christmas on earth.
Bok choy, kale, sunchoke.
To freeze peppers.
To just dry sage in a drawer.
- Matthew Stolte
On the bike path home, fleeing
downtown lights and pre-holiday terror,
I meet just one other December cyclist,
an urban cowgirl under four layers and a helmet.
We love each other suddenly, without looking up.
- Cathy Douglas
you all at some point, may have noticed that in the fall
leaves begin to hit the pavement
the last leaf i saw was also the last day i saw
really, i must say, that i adored the way she modified my mornings
- Alex de Young
The Isthmus sucks in her breath like my grandmother cinching a corset:
East Wash zipping up the back of her dress, the Capitol her belt buckle;
Spreading her skirts from shore to shore, Wingra a grandchild asleep in her lap.
- Maya Lea
bus coughs icy smoke
wheelchair rolls up drawbridge
thin colored plastic
- Lewis Bosworth
Lake Monona is a gray slab of clay that has eaten the sky
or perhaps the gray sky has drunk the lake--
neither seems willing to give the other up
and I do not know whether to swim
or fly or simply give way to winter
- Guy Thorvaldsen
Reflected in monochrome bus-night windows.
Floating on the day’s undertow.
- Jo Scheder
Walking my dog
along the Monona Bay
the coots are still there
- Cyndi Bryan
Mom is Home!
Soon my boys, if you help me clear and set the table
There will be a jingle of keys,
"Mom is home!" we'll shout
Our moods, low hanging fog patches lifting
Like Cherokee at sunrise
- Alex Lalor
Your lights love me back in the middle of a brittle October night.
You are my hot yoga on a snowy day, the bike ride into the wind of all directions,
The flight into my best and bravest reality.
- Helen Hazelmare
My Dear Madison,
Of Seventy Seven Square Miles,
Just What Surrounds You?
- Will Clifton
Our Lady of Badgers
where the waters gather
past the present future forward
Blessed are your resources
on Earth, as there is no second.
- Hansa Kerman Pistotnik
On Route #70
At Strickner Pond the water slows
To dance with the sun on lily toes,
And reeds and grasses spread to close
On dappled paths of green repose.
- John Guequierre
doors open outward -
a new world - lean in, step down
you've arrived - bus stop
- Katie Robiadek
Protesters & Profs
Patchouli & Kale. Oh, my
Mad Metro Transit.
- Michelle V. Bright