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Jose Padua: Notes on the Crepuscular Effects of the Music of Thelonious Monk on the Noise of White Supremacy

the little glimmers
of late autumn light
are more than
enough to take you
where you need
to go

November 13, 2019 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: The Old Man and Other Bright and Beautiful Landscapes

an evening sky hanging
over a slowly moving brown river as
dark birds flashed their wings before
disappearing into the lush mystery
of tall swaying trees was a memory
that came rushing to me from the quiet

October 31, 2019 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: On the Loving Grace of Well-Oiled Machines

but maybe that’s how
patriarchy works,
so fast and efficient
when it comes to killing,
so in love with the magic
of finding beautiful new worlds
to destroy

September 24, 2019 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: In Contemplation of the Failure of Empires

ready for everything
in the world that’s dim, dark,
shady and beautiful; ready for
the city that moves us like a river

September 10, 2019 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: Around the Corner from the Neighborhood Convenience Store and Four Thousand Miles from the Streets of Barcelona

the good ole boy,
sitting up high in
his pickup truck
and smiling smugly

August 15, 2019 · 1 Comment

Jose Padua: Where I’m From And The End Of These Days of Smooth Skin

Walk so that everyone knows where you’ve been
and where you’re going, weathering
both trouble and affection, the gravel roads
turning into dirt.

August 1, 2019 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: It Was the Summer After the Summer of Love

it’s the first time in my life
that I’ve ever had an image
or maybe it just an idea
(which was still bad enough)
of my parents doing it,
having sex, grabbing each other

July 6, 2019 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: The Art of Moving or Alternate Interpretations of an Old Blues Song

Back then, whether or not you agreed with the white man, you didn’t question him, because that meant trouble and my family didn’t want trouble with anyone.

June 21, 2019 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: Walking to Prospect Hill and Back on These Still Slow Days of Spring

our days growing warmer, our nights
shorter as we cross paths with every-
thing that lives and breathes or flies

June 4, 2019 · 3 Comments

Jose Padua: And the Stars Shine Like Dim Light Bulbs at the Old Motel Downtown

yes there are stars
in the sky and even though they are dim
and don’t shine for us it is by their light
that sometimes with a little luck and a little
persistence we get where we’re going anyway.

April 30, 2019 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: At the Old Jail Downtown

Walking the creaky wooden
floorboards on the second
floor of the museum
at the old jail downtown,
we’re taken back in time…

April 9, 2019 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: Come Play in the Milky Night

At the IHOP in Winchester one night, we were paying for our dinner when the young woman behind the cash register noticed that my young son was looking at something … Continue reading

March 22, 2019 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: Home Sorrow and the Million Ways We Make It Through the World

That weekend was one of those that reminded us of what we love about living in the northern Shenandoah Valley—namely, events like the performance in Castleton, Virginia, some twenty-five miles … Continue reading

February 17, 2019 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: From the Belly to the Head

In my immigrant culture
the custom was for children to live at home with
the family, to contribute to that home, and continue
to do so until they had families of their own,
but I never said that, never explained, never
wanted to say my people do things differently

January 15, 2019 · 1 Comment

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