Author Archives: pdholm
What do I listen to? It all depends in summer, with the windows open, I listen to the street The harrumph of garage trucks beep-beeping delivery trucks 4-wheeled rap blasting air brakes of the Pink line bus – murmur of … Continue reading
Baltimore is a divided city – black and white and in between. Some see the other as enemy. But that’s not so. For example, today I took my white-haired, white lady self and my small red cart down the street … Continue reading
Last week, flowers – red and white vinca – were planted beneath the curbside tree. Come Sunday morning, they were not. someone had plucked them out one by one and left them, roots upturned, to die. Who would do this … Continue reading
Fate: the intersection of Time and Space. Monday, June 12th Me on foot and a black Honda. [the longer version] I laugh and say I’m risk adverse I look both ways on one-way streets until yesterday, when I forgot. Too … Continue reading
Dandelion gold honeys the bee silvery wisps re-seed
Went out this morning and bought a baguette My neighborhood allows such pretty pretense – the young ones all dressed for a street scene in Paris or Soho. French bakery, and Dragon Elegant and funky cheerfully collide.