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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

Jose Padua: And the Visions Go on Endlessly Like the Passing of These Many Years

At 4:20 on a Thursday in the valley where I live I’m at the optometrist’s office in Winchester helping my eleven year old daughter pick out her first pair of … Continue reading

May 8, 2017 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: Restraint

It takes great effort on my part, walking the colorful, tree-lined streets on these fresh and beautiful new spring days, not to turn to the next person coming my way, … Continue reading

April 10, 2017 · 1 Comment

Jose Padua: Sometimes the Blizzard in My Head Makes It Hard to Find My Way Through the Snow

Twenty years ago during a fierce mid-March blizzard in New York City I walked two doors down from my apartment building to the China Wok carryout at the corner of … Continue reading

March 2, 2017 · 1 Comment

Jose Padua: On the Persistence of Color as a Way of Seeing the World

Less than fifty years ago it would have been illegal for me to marry the woman I’m married to in the state where I now live. I didn’t know this … Continue reading

February 13, 2017 · Leave a comment

Michael Simms: The Very American Poetry of Jose Padua

What are poets for in destitute times? — Hölderlin . Every poem is a subversive act. In an age when our senses are benumbed by competing media screaming for our … Continue reading

January 4, 2017 · 5 Comments

Jose Padua: Reflections on a Formation of Birds Seen Above a Parking Lot in Lebanon, Pennsylvania During the Winter Solstice

Though some will tell you otherwise, with reasons ranging from aerodynamic efficiency to a following of a leader in order to make it to a certain destination, there really is … Continue reading

December 21, 2016 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: The Wall and What Surrounds It

I’m thinking that someone else has probably already written a poem about building a wall around Donald Trump’s penis so I’m going to write about the leaves this fall; the … Continue reading

December 9, 2016 · 1 Comment

Jose Padua: On the Revolutionary Properties of Sound and Speech

Silence is the edge of everything that makes sound; the slicing tone of the violin is preceded by a pushing back of the border of everything that is not that … Continue reading

December 5, 2016 · 1 Comment

Jose Padua: On the Purpose of These Stories and the Effort We Put into Them

If I were the war on drugs would I look upon you with great suspicion when you step on the subway train on your way to work in the morning; … Continue reading

November 21, 2016 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: The Shape of Change to Come

When my five year old son painting with water colors on the scratched-up table in the kitchen of our hundred year old house suddenly takes his brush over to the … Continue reading

November 7, 2016 · Leave a comment