Dylan’s Street

The light on 4th Plain turned red as Johanna pushed the brake pedal in slowly, stopping two cars short of the intersection. Her young daughter chattered nonsense in the backseat and cars began to pile in line, awaiting the signal change. For the expanse of time each year Johanna visited back home, she tried not…

Visions for Johanna

Occasionally, life throws a moment in time so beautiful you know even before it vanishes that this is something to remember. Nuances become vivid details that accompany the façade of a memory; nothing escapes from the photograph in your mind – time passes far beyond the moment, yes, but leaves nothing behind and carries it…