September 2011
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For the first day of autumn
October by James Schuyler
Books litter the bed,
leaves the lawn. It
lightly rains. Fall has
come: unpatterned, in
the shedding leaves.
The maples ripen. Apples
come home crisp in bags.
This pear tastes good.
It rains lightly on the
random leaf patterns.
The nimbus is spread
above our island. Rain
lightly patters on un-
shed leaves. The books
of fall litter the bed.
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“Indigenous Planning advocates community development based on land-tenure...”
– After driving through the Cherokee reservation in the Nantahala National Forest on the North Carolina/Georgia/Tennessee border, I was depressed about the way that the United States treats Native Americans (not a surprise to me but it’s still jarring to witness it firsthand again and again)....
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