April 22, 2011

Rush hour Amsterdam hurtles past the sidewalk Via Dolorosa. Jesus-plus-cross pause for the light, followed by round women in pastel headscarves, chatty congregation, a green minivan with bungeed, dirging loudspeakers, and three cop cars. Advent shepherds promoted to Easter centurions slap pavement with their whips scattering pigeons towards Golgotha and West 100th.

April 19, 2011

Eating to remember is a burden of old tastes – electric can opener sous chef presides over three-bean vinegar monstrosities – but all I see are money-egg hunts with the cousins, racing towards slivers of plastic neon peeping from the truck tailpipe, and uncles snoring in seersucker suits in the recliners, full of fried chicken and coconut bunny cake.