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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

Michael Simms: Blurbing Jose

Jose Padua’s poems are the twitch of the tail of the cat stalking the mouse of your unconscious.

February 23, 2019 · 11 Comments

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

Jose Padua: Helltown

Back in the familiar wilderness of tattoo parlors and auto parts stores, the cheap motels where there’s always a vacancy, the streets so dry and sunny you can almost feel … Continue reading

December 20, 2018 · 2 Comments

Bart Plantenga: Jose Padua’s Poems — Where The Length Of The Titles Are, If Not Everything, At Least Something To Amuse Or Amaze

There’s no disputing it: Jose Padua writes some of the most meaningful poems being written today about today. They are DIY soulful and this is especially important in a world … Continue reading

December 8, 2018 · 1 Comment

Jose Padua: Meditation on a Creator of Sorts Written While Eating Sweet Confections in the Rain

The moment feels half decadent and half desperate, these sugared minutes spent barely sheltered from the wetness of the storm, within earshot of the noise of thunder and as close … Continue reading

November 27, 2018 · Leave a comment

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