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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 06/22/26

Despaux Drive
by Delilah Coyne

Destruction.
Filth and funk.
Debris laden sidewalks.

The house slumps.
Front door kicked in
and sun-bleached.
A once-tended garden shrivels,
brown and crisp.
Weeds have overtaken the yard,
ugly invaders.
Only weeds could thrive
amidst the black oily sludge left behind.
Windows, broken, are holes
to a gutted house, silent and abandoned.
A yellow Tonka truck
lies broken in a pile of debris
alongside splintered lumber and a toilet.
Refrigerators sit, slanted on the curb,
rusted and taped shut.
Water line on the stucco at 10 feet...
....6 feet
....4 feet

A large number,
hastily spray painted
on the front of the house.

0

...the number of bodies found in this dwelling after the water receded.

Block after block, every home looks the same.
Abandoned.
Destroyed.
Broken.
Devastated.
Irreparable.
Empty.

04/14/2006

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