Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I had a full night, jam packed with moments, the kind you want to really hold and keep, like letters from grandparents. I don’t remember hands, but touch. I strain to see eyes, but I get stares. Sandwiched into my…

<span class=”dcap”>M</span>y father’s wife invited a lawyer to their home to negotiate her parents’ wills. On the somber occasion, along with the cookies and coffee, maybe some huggy bear tea, she offered him Debbie. “She’s single, and fabulous, and here’s…

I wish you were here, in my dark, for my head and for my heart. I love the taste of miss, the smell of want. I wish tonight I could preserve you, fold you into me like a small square…

I was wearing turquoise.  I doubt I showered that day; my hair was twisted frayed ribbons.  My make-up was leftovers.  As I waited for a girlfriend to meet me for a drink, I sidled up to the bar, and asked…

Over a year ago, I thought I was ready to date again; actually there was no thought about it.  I had to date again.  Any time I spent without concrete plans was wasted.  Tick tock.  I had to move on,…