In February, we changed gears a bit and had our lyrical ambush on the third Tuesday of the month. New faces came on the scene, and we also moved upstairs at Bossa, where we dug the vibe quite a bit. After our set, we boogied to Akoma drummers downstairs, and decided to make the move to third Tuesdays a permanent thing. Here are some highlights from February…

Jeff said well, fiddlesticks, and 911 dead the sleep and slumber turned to bloodshed.

Shahid can’t close a blind eye to the faults that we find, and he still has the Baghdad Blues.

Jessica tapped into her dreams to remember the words not quite perfected, though she continues to write rallying cries.

Damian performed surgery and had himself yellin and tellin, cuz he’s past the point of askin.

Jamie pledged his love to Oh my Anacostia, the river teeming no more, so how can we recall before.

Analysis gave us a bite of a delicious jubilee, and made us wonder if the people who picked it are free.

No words typed here do justice to the passion and rhythm behind them, when we are at Bossa listening to them come from poets’ mouths. Hope to see you next third Tuesdayof the month to share, listen, support, and maybe do some booty shakin after with us.

See you there!