Author Archives: pdholm

Street music

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

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kindness in Baltimore City

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

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Who would do this to a flower?

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

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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

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Dandelion gold

Dandelion gold honeys the bee silvery wisps re-seed

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Went out this morning

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.

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Mother’s Day

Walking by the Basilica, church-goers exiting A woman in a gauzy Spring dress with her cane wielding Mother behind her. – A light breeze – The Mother barks – Hold your dress down The woman dutifully drops her arm to … Continue reading

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