Words and Wine is the kind of feel-good convergence of poetry reading, acoustic instruments, and neo-hippieism that may make some uncomfortable in our cynical day. Held, strangely, at the American Legion hall two and a half blocks east of Biscayne Blvd on 64th Street, the event is a free-form open mic fueled by cigarettes, cheap beer (on tap at the American Legion’s bar, Harvey’s by the Bay), and friendship of high school vintage. Words and Wine is organized by a gal named Nikki Rodriguez, who used to host the event at her home before it became popular enough to require a bigger venue. Dusty and dated, the American Legion sports billiard tables, plenty of inside space, an expansive bayside backyard, and a huge parking lot. Like Churchill’s a few blocks away, it is an unlikely sanctuary to get drunk, sing loud, and burn one down without worrying about the cops showing up. Fair warning: this is indeed “not the place to go if you are looking to crush it on Humpday”. Words and Wine is laid-back, dressed-down, and kinda cheesy in its Dazed-and-Confused-meets-Miami-hipsterdom/amateur-astrologers way. But in a cynical world, sometimes you need an unbridled love fest. Words and Wine has you covered.
Here are a few pics from last night’s W&W.
On the Legion’s bayside backyard.
Photos by Robby Campbell (@photogrobby)