Karaoke Stories

Of all the things I expect, the photograph of Summer fluttering from the book I grabbed off the dusty bedroom shelf isn't one of them. With my copy of Eliot Siegel’s Photographing Models still in hand, I bend to pick up the picture I took, and smile at the playful, naked pose she’d struck in her student block corridor. I flip the print over, and there's a handwritten note in her neat, oversize handwriting: June 2018. So y...

I was flying into Shanghai for a business conference and still felt like shit from the giardia I contracted on the last leg of my hiking trip through Nepal. Not to mention that I was shaken by the turbulent ride over the Himalayas, having watched the snowy peaks of the mountains, like a bed of nails below us, as the plane’s cabin violently shook, and passengers screamed. The plane sliced in through the smog, and several p...