gore – Mussel Cove Creations

January 12, 2026

Skipping Stones, Waiting to Die

Thomas A. Hiscock, January 2026 *** Granite spills across the low brown tide… Colonial bones, pierced by a thin blue blade – leaking to the sea… Pylons, buried beneath the soft green loam; salt-stained – bruised purple with a limpet rash… Vertebrae rocks, shifting crabs… Blue mussels and teapot clams – dry, spoiled… Sweet decay…

THE MUDFLATS

Thomas Aidan Hiscock – Mussel Cove, Falmouth, Maine – 2025 *** August burns in the sky overhead, baking the mudflats. Heatwaves dance above the muck, heavy with the smell of fish. Horseflies, fat and green, scavenge leftover shells — picked clean by the gulls. Critters squirm beneath the filth, hiding from the heat — Bloodworms…

Worms

Thomas Aidan Hiscock – Mussel Cove, Falmouth, Maine – 2025 *** I woke up tasting blood. Biting my lip, I tried to rally saliva but only managed bile … and a grimace … Oh, fuck me … and more blood. Blood doesn’t taste like … ‘pennies’… Blood tastes like salt and sex … Blood tastes…