Happy National Poetry Month! Today’s 30 for 30 (Twitter hashtag #30for30) poem comes from Shanelle Gabrielle, the featured poet for tonight’s Open Mic Poetry at 5th & K!
Happy National Poetry Month! Today’s 30 for 30 (Twitter hashtag #30for30) poem comes from Shanelle Gabrielle, the featured poet for tonight’s Open Mic Poetry at 5th & K!
We’re proud to announce A Seat at the Table: The Making of Busboys and Poets, the new memoir from our CEO and Founder, which reveals the vision, challenges, and triumphs behind opening Busboys and Poets. Packed with misadventures, unexpected triumphs, and insights on race, business and politics, Andy Shallal’s memoir takes us on a “How I Built … Continued
Speech given on February 1, 2024 in Havana, Cuba In 1927 Langston Hughes walked into a Cuba amid an emerging community of artists, intellectuals, and radicals. He saw a “sunrise in a new land [– a day – in his words]sic – full of brownskin surprises, and hitherto unknown contacts in a world of color.” … Continued
January 18, 2024 – January 25, 2024 In keeping with our ongoing mission of uplifting racial and cultural connections, Busboys and Poets is hosting Palestine Week (January 18 through January 25, 2024). This week-long series of events will offer a diverse range of programming featuring Palestinian food, music, dance, poetry, discussions, and other enriching events. … Continued
Washington Post theater critic Peter Marks reviews ‘The Admission’
Todd Kashdan will discuss his recently launched book, The Upside of your Darkside: Why Being Your Whole Self–Not Just Your “Good” Self–Drives Success and Fulfillment at Busboys – Shirlington on December 2nd at 6:30 pm.
Friday March 5, 2021 early AM… It’s 1 am and I can hardly sleep. A combination of very strong coffee, jet lag and excitement keeps me tossing and turning all night. Try as I may, sleep is nowhere to be found. I am using every trick in the book. Changing sides. Hugging pillows. Relaxing my … Continued
The Universe, According to Rufino Tamayo Past the breath that only stars have, I find myself an open hand of night with pupils that eclipse the moon. The blackness underneath my feet, not above where the sky is filled with sea. My eyelash covers the arm of the galaxy with one word that means, here. I shake … Continued