Compost by Andrew Douglas

I’ve grown to embrace the putrid smellof campground composting toiletsSometimes, I even miss it…It’s a positive association that’s developed throughout my life – The mountain of shit composed of innumerable contributions,   each with a unique chemistry – That smell reminds me that I’m camping,               which reminds me that I’m outside               which reminds me that I’m alive              …

Categories by Andrew Douglas

It’s okay to feed fearEvery now and againPerhaps it will satiateAnd become your friend Like the darkness that surrounds        the glow of the fire Each one illumines the other Or the rhythmic exchange           between all aspects natureThere is no father without mother Or the grief that reflects     the soul on the pyreIt’s not to be exhumed…