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Jose Padua: One for the Morning and the Uninterrupted Dancing in my Head

This morning I’m looking for my copy of Reinbert de Leeuw’s super slow performances of the compositions of Erik Satie to play while I do the work I get paid … Continue reading

April 20, 2018 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: And the Green Card Moon Shines Brightly Over the Beautiful Black Ocean

That weekend started off with another encounter with the woman who always tailgates me when I’m trying to stay somewhat close to the school zone speed limit. I’d just dropped … Continue reading

March 22, 2018 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: How Does It Feel to Be Loved and All the Other Questions I’ve Ever Wanted to Ask the Armed Cheerleaders of the Corporate State as an Act of Defiance

That night one year ago, after dinner, I was in the dining room talking to my wife Heather when our thirteen-year-old daughter Maggie came in to ask me for help … Continue reading

February 27, 2018 · 2 Comments

Jose Padua: Great Expectations

When the weather woman says there’s still wiggle room in this week’s forecast for snow, I think about it for a period of time that’s longer than a moment but … Continue reading

February 6, 2018 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: Self-Portrait as a Being of Sound and Motion on the Northern Edge of the Southern States

Driving to Winchester the other day Stravinsky’s Symphonies of Wind Instruments comes on the stereo as we head west into the sunset on 66 ready for the curve at the … Continue reading

January 13, 2018 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: Half-Life

This is my autobiography at mid-life, assuming that at 51 years of age I will live another 51 years and die at 102. That’s not very likely, but I wasn’t … Continue reading

December 12, 2017 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: Days and Nights in the City Where I First Opened My Eyes

My mother worked nights at home, daytime too, in the house, at the sewing machine, making dresses for women who could afford to have dresses made for them. We bought … Continue reading

November 21, 2017 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: Party Invitation for the Age of Unnatural Disasters

If life were like a perfume commercial I’d be spending even more time than I already do gazing pensively into the distance the top buttons of my shirt undone my … Continue reading

October 18, 2017 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: For the City and These Long Decades Spent Wandering

After dinner one evening my six year old son declares “Trump is a barbarian” from out of nowhere or anywhere I can immediately recall not that speaking the truth ever … Continue reading

September 22, 2017 · 2 Comments

Jose Padua: To the Trump Supporter Who Called Me and My Kids Dirtbags

Because I try to respond to racism and ignorance with something positive, intelligent, and sophisticated, and because I always try to set a good example for my children, but mostly … Continue reading

August 28, 2017 · 1 Comment

Jose Padua: Because Even in the Darkest of Days Revolution Is a Movement Towards the Light

On the same day in August 1967 when American Nazi Party leader George Lincoln Rockwell was killed, my younger brother was born: one bad guy down, one good guy up … Continue reading

August 7, 2017 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: Marquee Moon

This is a poem for all the nobodies who got fucked over by someone with a name and became ghosts, who once held blueberries and radishes and tiny animals in … Continue reading

July 23, 2017 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: In the Someday with the Sound of All the Passing Years

We only have one TV in the house, and last night Julien took a break from whatever he wanted to watch and let Maggie take control of it. What she … Continue reading

June 27, 2017 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: How I Came to the Valley

When there are so many things in the world to regret, why is it I regret so little? Lessons I learned either by doing or not doing, outcomes that in … Continue reading

May 23, 2017 · Leave a comment