Jose Padua
@josefpadua.bsky.social
Writer, poet, author of A Short History of Monsters, winner of the Miller Williams Poetry Prize. https://linktr.ee/josepaduawriter
I was never more weirded out by someone than that time I was in the Trover Shop on Capitol Hill and ran into one of my coworkers from the Library of Congress who was buying a book called Dress for Success.
November 21, 2025 at 6:54 PM
I was never more weirded out by someone than that time I was in the Trover Shop on Capitol Hill and ran into one of my coworkers from the Library of Congress who was buying a book called Dress for Success.
A poem for today....
November 17, 2025 at 4:17 PM
A poem for today....
Let your every utterance, be it of love or contempt, be an act of defiance against a regime that can only express the trite chasm of its malodorous nether hole.
November 4, 2025 at 3:36 PM
Let your every utterance, be it of love or contempt, be an act of defiance against a regime that can only express the trite chasm of its malodorous nether hole.
"Revolution begins when you are able to see right through the spectacle, which isn't to say that time spent rehearsing isn't time well spent. It's just that you need to know the difference between rehearsal and revolution." Reading at Nov 2, 2pm at Roaming Roast in York, PA.
November 2, 2025 at 3:25 AM
"Revolution begins when you are able to see right through the spectacle, which isn't to say that time spent rehearsing isn't time well spent. It's just that you need to know the difference between rehearsal and revolution." Reading at Nov 2, 2pm at Roaming Roast in York, PA.
Antifa lyeth between the Christian nationalist bride and her hedge fund managing bridegroom CONTRA MIKE JOHNSON.
October 28, 2025 at 11:20 PM
Antifa lyeth between the Christian nationalist bride and her hedge fund managing bridegroom CONTRA MIKE JOHNSON.
When the population is lulled to sleep by a media that acts as a massive pacifier for corporate interests, any attempt to sever the political from the artistic realm should be considered an act of violence.
October 21, 2025 at 11:58 AM
When the population is lulled to sleep by a media that acts as a massive pacifier for corporate interests, any attempt to sever the political from the artistic realm should be considered an act of violence.
THE NIGHT JIMI HENDRIX DIED
My poem on Jimi Hendrix is up at the Mixtape Review (thanks to the crew there!) where you can read the poem while listening to “Purple Haze.” I took the photo earlier this week of what I believe is called The Moon That Cannot Be Named.
bit.ly/3KHf4md
My poem on Jimi Hendrix is up at the Mixtape Review (thanks to the crew there!) where you can read the poem while listening to “Purple Haze.” I took the photo earlier this week of what I believe is called The Moon That Cannot Be Named.
bit.ly/3KHf4md
October 10, 2025 at 3:35 PM
THE NIGHT JIMI HENDRIX DIED
My poem on Jimi Hendrix is up at the Mixtape Review (thanks to the crew there!) where you can read the poem while listening to “Purple Haze.” I took the photo earlier this week of what I believe is called The Moon That Cannot Be Named.
bit.ly/3KHf4md
My poem on Jimi Hendrix is up at the Mixtape Review (thanks to the crew there!) where you can read the poem while listening to “Purple Haze.” I took the photo earlier this week of what I believe is called The Moon That Cannot Be Named.
bit.ly/3KHf4md
MAGAs have the incredible ability to take even the greatest extravagance and excess and turn it into something incredibly shallow and dull. Indeed, they think they're so interesting even though they're the most boring people on earth.
October 7, 2025 at 8:51 PM
MAGAs have the incredible ability to take even the greatest extravagance and excess and turn it into something incredibly shallow and dull. Indeed, they think they're so interesting even though they're the most boring people on earth.
The point of cruelty is to hide one's stupidity: one doesn't need to understand what one destroys horribly. Just look at the stupidity of the current regime.
October 3, 2025 at 1:17 AM
The point of cruelty is to hide one's stupidity: one doesn't need to understand what one destroys horribly. Just look at the stupidity of the current regime.
POETRY READING with Heather Davis and Jose Padua
This Thursday September 18 at 7pm, Heather and I are reading for the Turning Wheel series at the Fescue Gallery, 140 N. Prince St. in Lancaster. There will be an open mic afterwards.
This Thursday September 18 at 7pm, Heather and I are reading for the Turning Wheel series at the Fescue Gallery, 140 N. Prince St. in Lancaster. There will be an open mic afterwards.
September 15, 2025 at 12:58 PM
POETRY READING with Heather Davis and Jose Padua
This Thursday September 18 at 7pm, Heather and I are reading for the Turning Wheel series at the Fescue Gallery, 140 N. Prince St. in Lancaster. There will be an open mic afterwards.
This Thursday September 18 at 7pm, Heather and I are reading for the Turning Wheel series at the Fescue Gallery, 140 N. Prince St. in Lancaster. There will be an open mic afterwards.
The struggle to be real is slowly losing its traditional grammar. A new language will have to emerge if we are to have any chance at survival.
September 13, 2025 at 2:31 PM
The struggle to be real is slowly losing its traditional grammar. A new language will have to emerge if we are to have any chance at survival.
Next week, September 18, Heather and I will be reading for the Turning Wheel series. 7pm at the Fescue Gallery, 140 N. Prince ST, Lancaster, PA.
September 10, 2025 at 4:54 PM
Next week, September 18, Heather and I will be reading for the Turning Wheel series. 7pm at the Fescue Gallery, 140 N. Prince ST, Lancaster, PA.
At this point, as a poet, I'm not speaking truth to power, I am simply trying to get revenge.
August 30, 2025 at 1:16 AM
At this point, as a poet, I'm not speaking truth to power, I am simply trying to get revenge.
I avoid those who have no empathy, but I flee from those who have no sense of irony because they're the ones more likely to be sociopaths.
August 20, 2025 at 7:48 PM
I avoid those who have no empathy, but I flee from those who have no sense of irony because they're the ones more likely to be sociopaths.
In contemporary society, most of the tools necessary for any sort of pragmatic approach to learning and problem solving have been corrupted, thus paving the way for the large scale smash and grab thievery being practiced by the current regime.
August 11, 2025 at 5:51 PM
In contemporary society, most of the tools necessary for any sort of pragmatic approach to learning and problem solving have been corrupted, thus paving the way for the large scale smash and grab thievery being practiced by the current regime.
It has always been easier to look for villains and heroes rather than examine the broken and corrupt systems that enable the rise of said villains in the first place, thus leading us to seek comfort in the concept of heroes rather than creating opposing systems.
August 10, 2025 at 3:22 PM
It has always been easier to look for villains and heroes rather than examine the broken and corrupt systems that enable the rise of said villains in the first place, thus leading us to seek comfort in the concept of heroes rather than creating opposing systems.
Yesterday it rained hard AF for almost an hour here. And then, for almost another hour, it rained as hard as the meatloaf scene in Chantal Akerman's Jeanne Dielman, 23 quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles.
August 1, 2025 at 3:44 PM
Yesterday it rained hard AF for almost an hour here. And then, for almost another hour, it rained as hard as the meatloaf scene in Chantal Akerman's Jeanne Dielman, 23 quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles.
In capitalism what is disposable is of more value to the system than that which perseveres or persists; thus, a better future depends on us being a perpetual pain in the ass. In other words, teach your children well.
July 23, 2025 at 2:40 PM
In capitalism what is disposable is of more value to the system than that which perseveres or persists; thus, a better future depends on us being a perpetual pain in the ass. In other words, teach your children well.
A poem for summer and those days when the air struggles to move.
July 16, 2025 at 5:34 PM
A poem for summer and those days when the air struggles to move.
One more Electric Sonnet for National Poetry Month, which was back in April, I know, but here it is now because fuck the capitalist patriarchy.
July 5, 2025 at 3:49 PM
One more Electric Sonnet for National Poetry Month, which was back in April, I know, but here it is now because fuck the capitalist patriarchy.
On the 4th of July, freaked with acid, freaked with jazz. Another of the Electric Sonnets.
July 4, 2025 at 6:43 PM
On the 4th of July, freaked with acid, freaked with jazz. Another of the Electric Sonnets.
From the sonnets: F the BBB and the rest of you fascists.
July 4, 2025 at 12:45 AM
From the sonnets: F the BBB and the rest of you fascists.
Having lived my life as a foreign object, I feel somewhat prepared for what we now face--which, of course, doesn't make it any more pleasant.
July 3, 2025 at 1:24 AM
Having lived my life as a foreign object, I feel somewhat prepared for what we now face--which, of course, doesn't make it any more pleasant.
Another one of the Electric Sonnets for the new month.
July 1, 2025 at 9:35 PM
Another one of the Electric Sonnets for the new month.