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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:

* No accounts will be automatically created
* No content will be automatically transferred
* 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!

Older News
Poem of the Day for 11/11/26

Laurel Street
by Katie Dean

an arc of dresses
pinned suspended on a rope by wooden clips
rose skin crepe midtumble
sandpapered juniper sliding
splashed tunic

unfolded slip, kinked slinked weatherworn
mint mixed grey you remember
jimi Hendrix and the ache of backseat catastrophes
midnight taffeta creased
static of slow dances and rushes to giggle in
the bathroom
her

feet propped on the sink
mesh of flushed bouquet tangerine peach
turquoise coral
bought from a dirty store window, never
worn just
saved from being admired from far away
against steel hush grey hush
nylon
my grandmother clipped to the rope
her smoke and afghan blankets the
mark of tea stains
long drives through mountain passes

an arc, above a doorway
swaying in the heater breeze

11/11/2008

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