Tom Scocca

A man stopped and exclaimed at the light coming in from above.

The Open Library does not dissolve or undermine the identity or ownership of a piece of writing. The idea is the idea of the library book.

A rat ambled along the shore, foraging in the open.

A green mist of new leaves rose along the abrupt slope of Morningside Avenue.

People in heavy coats huddled around picnic tables in the sun.

A rip of blue in the clouds

Dim, close, and unwholesome

Giant furry pompom

Buds were swelling

A floor lamp

Trails of cologne

Wind hissed

A low roar