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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 11/12/26

Pyromania
by David Neubauer

Any colors that nature,
someway, can produce,
intrigue me. I like the neon,
the pastel,
the rediculous,
the absurd.
It's common knowledge
that the brighter the color
the more the danger.
The more the draw to
play with it, as
moths play with the flame.
Take some charcoal. Black
lumps, sitting there. Set
them aflame. Orange
licking,
changing to gray,
to ash.
Take a stick,
a stray piece of bark.
Dip it lovingly
into the flames that still
lap at the charcoal.
Watch the neon orange slowly
run it's way down the length,
growing brighter in
the oncoming wind.
Turn, and shelter
this creeping color,
and it slowly dies. Play
with it in the wind once more,
and here it comes, faithfully back,
just as bright as ever.
The heat of fire, while nice,
is secondary.
The true love comes from
flying shapes,
morphing constantly,
and the amazing interplay
or oranges, reds, and blues,
all in shades of neon.

02/05/2002

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