Tom Scocca

The lawn of Carl Schurz Park and the river each gave off their own humid aromas. Ailanthus crowded in on the transverse at 96th Street on the cab ride back.

We wanted to make sure to get a 1.6 gallon tank, because one issue on which I do basically agree with the previous president of the United States is the inadequacy of weak-flushing water-saving toilets.

Outside, hard sun immediately triggered a sneeze that ruined a nearly new surgical mask.

A truly shabby robin, looking part drowned and part plucked, flew off with a worm or something wormlike in its beak.

WITH THE AIR conditioner turned off, a cleaning rag left flat to dry overnight on the sink’s edge was musty by morning. But the heavy air was thinning out and a wind was picking up as the sun, unsoftened by haze, baked down. The screen of a phone with its camera pointed skyward was overwhelmed […]

All over the county, for 17 and 34 and 51 years, people had been putting cul de sac developments and Panera Bread parking lots on top of them.

I'd looked at this pattern before, over and over, but not properly seen it: the pavement looked like a window screen—maybe it always had? Maybe I had been looking at it all my life without seeing it.

I had been dreading the second-shot side effects yet also, honestly, kind of looking forward to them.

HMM WEEKLY proudly enters the realm of NFTs with a three-part artistic meditation on financial or technological hope

As an experienced sleeper, I have developed a method to share with those who may be struggling.

Ambiguous misty gray resolved into rain.

The forsythia was already a solid yellow wall.

The droning of traffic sloshing through rain announced that the day was underway.