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By Katherine Johnson – Vintage Wine, Mesilla, New Mexico Where do I begin? Maybe with the multi-colored fragments of cloth that dangle and dance as her guitar plays, as she sways. Or maybe that she never wears shoes while performing. Those ten toes are the Piggies band whose job is to play her intricate loops and choruses when called to voice. Or maybe that she wears one long earring on the right with the left adorned with a cornucopia of studs and barely modest others. Too a

When these fallen fruits begin to rot Fragrant with potential I forgot about It’s about time  I’ll gather these pieces of me I will learn...

There are two truths two toothed mouth screaming profanities out i plead insanity ouch fall out of gravity onto gravel scratch my ass im...

everything changing everything its changing I had a thought got a lot of those lately I mean I got then toes Im on them hum hear the drum...

a plastron painted in ink shields a musical hinge reflects off a red case carried by fingers i kiss fingers that trace eyelids i listen...

the buzz The Buzz oh how beautiful the sound sparkling cylinders hanging from limbs dormant they wait for traveling gusts of desert winds...

scar tissue, aches, and pains resentments, old and heavy everybody wants to die not me anymore though guess it faded maybe faded is too...

How beautiful to bring so many gorgeous artists together. Ryan is so special, Kent is so special, Aaron is so special, Jenna is so...

I socialized with a freight train fairy Our love unfolded in the cold in February  We rode the tracks under the skies of Arizona  The sun...

Blood blisters Body suits and dragonflies  Stay awhile  For a while  Stained feet Are beating at my rib cage  With a child’s rage  It’s...

eagles rise my old dragonfly fingers spark webs of tiny lightning igniting nerves you whisper about infinite universes inside irises...