lewiston
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My eyes scraped the ceiling, searching for memories, lessons… For hopes and dreamscaught in the rafters… A honeycomb of acoustic panels soared overhead, coating the wall, spilling onto a bright wooden stage where a piano stood – cast in handsome light… A tryst of its own… with an audience yearning for that same sweet embrace……
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Thomas Aidan Hiscock – Mussel Cove, Falmouth, Maine – 2025 *** ghost town caught in the chokehold of our lies, I twisted molten words, every truth hard as iron. candlestick fingers — dripping wax — squeezed deceit from your silver tongue. no warrant needed, I stared down the sky where your absence was painted with…
Mussel Cove Creations 