where do we go from here poetry when all of our guesses have turned out wrong and all of our efforts have produced nothing but dead ends and dark alleys where our fears surface and try to consume us, whole or in part; it doesn’t matter when both are the same in the end. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...