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Flash Fiction Published in Treehouse

Hello everyone,

On we go. I am now a monkey in a treehouse. “There in the Countryside, Many Miles Away” was recently published in Treehouse, Issue 7, Fall 2013.

I am looking forward to reading the other work in this issue and sharing what I like. Maybe you will too.

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Essay Published in Red Savina Review 1.2

Hello everyone,

If my attention to Pen Tight has been sparse in recent months, it is because I have been focused on lengthier short stories and creative non-fiction work. One of them, an essay about my experiences growing up on the North Shore of Chicago and attending the Mitzvahs of my friends and classmates, was recently published in Issue 1.2 of Red Savina Review.

I owe special thanks to RSR editor John Gist, who worked with me to realize the full potential of this essay. His guidance was a refreshing slice of genuine encouragement in a writing climate that can, at times, give a young writer great anxiety.

Again, thank you to John Gist, Wendy Gist and the rest of the team over at RSR. I know they worked hard to bring issue 1.2 to life.

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Here Today by Nicholas DiClementi

They’re demolishing
the house next door to mine.

The weatherboard cracks
and splinters
as it’s torn
from the building’s foundation.
Each piece is tossed
into a pile
like fallen soldiers
into a ditch.
The wrecking ball
crashes into the single brick facade.
“The single brick facade
gives the house character,”
a real estate agent once said.
Piece by piece
is felled or crushed until
nothing remains
but a cluster of grey rubble
where the neighbor children used to play hopscotch.

They’re demolishing
the house next door to mine.
It was here yesterday,
and now it’s gone.

It’s funny,
I think,
how some things are like that.

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One Art by Nicholas DiClementi

I’m burning every poem
I’ve ever written.

Having collected all of my words
And stacked them in a neat pile,
I toss them,
No, hurl them
Into the metal wastebin
I keep under my desk
(How does it all fit?
I was sure
there was more than that!)
I strike the match
Against the side of the matchbox,
Watching the flame
Come to life
And dance
In front of my eyes.
I hold it there for a moment,
And then another,
And another.
My thoughts
Lead me astray.
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