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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!
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Poem of the Day for 04/26/26
Whispercraft Sky
by Tom Goss
In the fold of a cardboard moon, I find whispers spun like yarn,
Tangled tales from pocket universes where clocks unspool their names.
Paper boats carry secrets in bronze ink, floated by breathless tides,
The alley's tongue hums a sonnet no ear has yet devoured.
Twitching shadows morphing like forgotten promises in a diner of stars,
Here we vapor-dream the unseen and stitch constellations with slightly bent needles.
Oh, spin me wild in your kaleidoscope mind,
Where syntax breaks and the nouns all unwind.
Dance on the cusp of a whispercraft sky,
Sip from the cup where the quixotic lie.
Flamingos in top hats recite the longitude of lost thoughts
Sardonic smiles drawn in the margins of diaries nobody reads.
We sculpt light from the residue of forgotten songs,
Each note a peculiar petal on flora of the bizarre.
Here, time pirouettes with a crooked grin, bending moments into lullabies,
We dwell in the crack where the ordinary shatters into stardust fragments.
Oh, spin me wild in your kaleidoscope mind,
Where syntax breaks and the nouns all unwind.
Dance on the cusp of a whispercraft sky,
Sip from the cup where the quixotic lie.
Let's entwine like ink blots in a tarot spread,
Unreadable, yet eloquent in our silence.
We are the unusual verses no poet dared to pen,
A murmuration of colors in monochrome rebellion.
So hush, let’s dwell between the syllables unsaid,
In this oddity where dreams carve their own parade.
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