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Important Update: Transition from pathetic.org to eMuse.org - 03/16/2025
by Gavin M Roy

After years of intermittent development, eMuse is almost ready to launch. As part of this transition, pathetic.org will be shutdown and will redirect to eMuse.org.
What you need to know:

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* When creating your new eMuse account, you'll have the option to import your data from pathetic.org

We look forward to welcoming you to the new platform.

Hello, Survivors of 2020! - 01/03/2021
by V. Blake

Please check my post out in the General forum when you have a moment. Thanks!

Stay Healthy - 03/18/2020
by V. Blake

Hope you and yours are well.

A Congratulations to Leonard M Hawkes - 03/27/2019
by V. Blake

..who just published his first volume of poetry! Entitled Leaves from my Box Elder, it comes just in time for the 150th anniversary of the driving of the Golden Spike.

So, like the title says--congrats, Leonard!

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Poem of the Day for 10/26/26

echoing the keys before
by Andrew S Adams

slow jam tonight
as the piano echoes the keys before.

hey man, he says slowly,
why the hell are we here?
its so terrible and unprobable
that we should find ourselves here in this song
i say yeah, that is quite queer.
but things are how they are

and i guess we'll chime in
and the keys on the piano
are pulling our strings and the hammers
smash the chords
smash the hearts
of broken souls
smash the floors with barely a whisper.
and the piano just goes on,
echoing the keys played before,
never realizing it's part of something more.
and he plays on forever
until his strings snap
and the fingers punching the keys go numb
and then the broken notes will still play on discord
till the keyboard is tattered shattered and torn
and no notes will come out anymore.
then, the men in that song will die
and be put to rest
as the broken instrument
shatters through the floor.

01/11/2003

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