Vox Populi

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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: 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

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: A Better Tomorrow

My Dad was the caretaker of the Philippine ambassador’s residence for several decades but the day when he seemed to take the most pride and joy in his job was … Continue reading

June 16, 2015 · 4 Comments

Jose Padua: Notes from a Poem Rewritten while Listening to Prince

The first protest I ever attended was on a beautiful spring day and I was asked to leave. because I wasn’t animated enough for a spring day or for a … Continue reading

March 13, 2015 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: Bold as Love

It was my end of the summer visit back home— to DC, from New York, from the train full of bad snacks and half-cold beer, and when I got to … Continue reading

February 14, 2015 · 1 Comment

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