Chandelier e-zine publishes “All Our Faults Are Fallen Leaves”

I’m so happy to tell you here that my poem “All Our Faults Are Fallen Leaves” was published today in Chandelier e-zine.

You can find it right here.

Chandelier is a superb online magazine published twice a year by Bulb Culture Collective.  It features previously published writing that reflects each issue’s theme; the Summer 2025 issue’s theme is Blazing.

I am grateful to Editors L.M. Cole & Jared Povanda for deciding that my poem, with its various depictions of burning, was a good fit.

Like a great storyteller once wrote, “It was a pleasure to burn.”  🙂



Photo of an abandoned house in Poland by Kamil Czaiński, 2021

Stare Chałupki district.

“She looked over his shoulder/ For vines and olive trees …”

She looked over his shoulder
For vines and olive trees,
Marble well-governed cities
And ships upon untamed seas,
But there on the shining metal
His hands had put instead
An artificial wilderness
And a sky like lead.

— opening lines from W. H. Auden’s “the Shield of Achilles”



Photo of Manhattan by Métneki János, 1968

Photo of New York City by John Atherton, 1967

Photo credit: John Atherton, CC BY-SA 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0&gt;, via Wikimedia Commons

Uhhh … THANKS, Affordable Dentures.

Hearing from you really made my birthday happier.

Seriously, though, thanks to all the supercool, funny and thoughtful people who made my day brighter with messages either online or off.  This old man really appreciates it.  🙂

The Gathering 2025 and the Bards Poetica anthologies are now available at Amazon.

Care to lay hands on some poetry for the cooler days ahead?  Two new anthologies from Local Gems Press are now available at Amazon.

Gathering 2025 can be found here.  (If you happen to order a copy, please check out my poem, “As Silver as the Stars You Tried to Rival.”)

Bards Poetica can be found right here.  (If you order a copy of this book, I hope you’ll enjoy my poem, “Confession.”)

Have a great weekend!  🙂



“Old Age,” Jozef Israëls, circa 1895

Oil on canvas.

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