Every thing is protected
by a grace ready for flight,
every stone and flower
every child at night.
You may remember my father
died when I was eight
my mother closed up
the house and we went to stay
with my grandmother for a few months
Goodbye elephant bird
Who frightened Sinbad.
Curleau, lapwing, crake.
Goodbye mascarene coot.
Sorry we never had a chance to meet.
there is no place
that does not see you. You must change your life.
Sometimes it’s painful to watch a group of poets trying to work a room as if they were politicians. The AWP conference, as the wag put it, is comprised of 15,000 introverts pretending to be extroverts.
If my mother had not been an alcoholic, I might not have been a poet.
The next morning I rode my bicycle to Wolf Corner where coyotes and dogs were
Hung on a wooden rack to discourage coyotes
Jose Padua’s poems are the twitch of the tail of the cat stalking the mouse of your unconscious.