June 12, 2026Missive
I hope she will be okay
I hope she will be okay. Death is an unkind cut What good does it do What does it mean Nobody knows. Is there a connection A meeting…
PETER B
FORSTER
Notes from a listening room at midnight
“I hope she will be okay.”
A drummer's ear, a listener's patience, and a daily poem. Written by the North-East sea, in plain words, without flinching.
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