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Thomas Aidan Hiscock – Mussel Cove, Falmouth, Maine – 2025 *** Miss Blue… She’s beautiful – wrapped in joy and red sex. Arms dangle by her sides, face turned toward the light, drinking the afternoon… Denim skies, melting sun… Trees scrape the blue, limbs cracking in the dry air. Daylight splinters off the ice —
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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, make a meal of leftover shells picked clean by the gulls. Critters squirm beneath the filth, hiding from the heat
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Thomas Aidan Hiscock – Mussel Cove, Falmouth, Maine – 2025 *** The doors blew open on a foul breeze, spraying dirt across the floor. Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered. A man emerged, seeping past the threshold. No proud chin or violent eyes… Adrift, lost in a blur of hopeless days and lonely nights… …
Mussel Cove Creations 