Bird Nerd & Words

"My Gaga's Lignum Vitae Tree in bloom, Long Key, FL" Midnight crawling, whiskey on my breath;Simonton intersects Duval to wait on a cab. Rhythms mingle, passing each soulful drunken bar while my eyes linger. Flung back, a 15 me sees the fabrics factory, a white boat of a Cadillac, and cassette tapes for crusin. A woman: 80’s tortoise sunglasses, freckled skin, a grin; hair windswept, an auburn caramel; Shorts fitted an hourglass figure; Blouse adorned in island vibes; Sandals, never flip flops. My Gaga, affectionately, a grandmother portraying charm I’ve chased all my life. Remembering; religiously she brought us meandering down here. Leaving my Papa parked in the pews of the Episcopal church on Truman, he’d migrate to the top of the LaConcha. What a perch to feel free upon with depth, salt air. Retrieval meant Cuban coffee at the laundromat. Seeing now, a wink, a smile, nodding approval of our shopping spree. Combing racks...

In memory of my late grandfather, these simple words I have to say. " On the bow of the boat I am free, On the bow of the boat I can breathe, On the bow of the boat I will see. And on the bow of the boat, I be. " -An homage to you, my biggest fan. Written by Julia Wiggins

Chase ahead regardless your decided outcome.        Take pieces of each memory, molding your approach to people and good conversation.        Let life lay simplicity at your feet, revel in good times, fight through the bad.                                       If anything, find peace in your                                       reflections Written by Julia Wiggins.