the piper

A collection of 3 posts

A Rhythm in the Green

I will never be a real drummer, or a musician of any kind. I am, at best, a mimic; at worst, a mess. I can repeat rhythms I here, given enough repeats of

Following the Piper

It's been a long while since I had an encounter like yesterday's. I was so busy for a long time, with the restaurant, with school before that. And then after the restaurant, I

Piper in the Green

Behind my townhouse is an empty lot. When I moved in, oh, seven or eight years ago, there was a house that was falling in, but they demolished it, hoping to build yet