The Withdrawal: Iraq, Libya, Afghanistan, and the Fragility of U.S. Power Noam Chomsky and Vijay Prashad
Reclaiming Anishinaabe Law: Kinamaadiwin Inaakonigewin and the Treaty Right to Education Leo Baskatawang
Empire of Lies Paul Roberts
The Smallpox War Against the Haida Tom Swanky
Pisces Moon: The Dark Arts of Empire Douglas Valentine
War Made Invisible: How America Hides the Human Toll of Its Military Machine Norman Solomon
Atrocity Fabrication and Its Consequences: How Fake News Shapes World Order A.B. Abrams
The Magickal Enchantment of Materialism: Why Marxists Need Neopaganism Paperback Bruce Lerro
Barackodile Tears: Obitchuaries on the Obama Years Randy Shields
Fall is upside down,
like humanity these days—
maples partly rust red, more like oaks but mostly still green,
and the oaks, usually the last to color, are the first,
mummified in dull brown.
What season has not turned to another ghost of our expectations?
But grief is a petty and self-deceiving bauble:
a fine-knapped obsidian scalpel—
light and texture to lure the touch of hands,
an edge to make the touch a gesture of remembering.
