Era Snow and the Piggies

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 are the menagerie of rings, chains and pendants that wink and nod that there is a gypsy spirit in her soul.

Or maybe that the color of her hair, free as the rest of her being, is hued in pastoral, pastel colors whose inevitable changes come and go as do the seasons. Too is her eye art, delicate compositions of color splashes and lines that mesmerize other eyes.

Or maybe with the tattoo museum scattered with a wildness across her arms and chest; pages of her invisible life made indelible.

Or maybe with her physicality and spirituality, an undeniable truth of the ephemeral now moment of a life before the encumbering years yet to come.

Or maybe the last should be first; that soaring soprano, always pitch perfect, that betrays that melancholy lives within her too and celebrates that singing is not about the notes but creating poetry in sound.

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