Craig Calcaterra

Mud days, garden days, meme days

Like everyone else I am having trouble thinking about anything other than the coronavirus pandemic and the shockwaves it has sent, and will continue to send, through the system. As it began to unfold I found myself thinking, talking, and posting about it fairly constantly. In an effort to try to keep it confined to […]

For heathen heart that puts her trust/ In reeking tube and iron shard/ All valiant dust that builds on dust/ And guarding calls not Thee to guard

Death Cults and Depression Cakes

I love baseball and pizza but one of them is really pissing me off right now

Stand up straight at the foot of your love I . . . open stores up

Great Moments in Projection, Cowardice and . . . Peanut Butter

Sing myself to sleep a song from the darkest hour

Bars, tacos, bleach, and hoping the high road leads us home again.