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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 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…

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  • Perched in my high-rise hotel room, here in the icy bosom of Montreal, I’m caught between the soft contemplation at year’s end, and anticipation for 2026 – ripe with the promise of Maine music; a fresh bounty, a cornucopia – overflowing with creative community…  Grey winter wind chants in the night, beating against the windows,…

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  • “To give someone their flowers…”  A strange phrase, but nonetheless, a saying that’s emerged at the forefront of popular culture.  In the age of digital transience, recognition is difficult to encounter. It’s easy to leave an impression, but almost impossible to make it last – to cut deep enough to make your mark…  In fact,…

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  • Mourning Period (May ’25)

    Thomas Aidan Hiscock – Mussel Cove, Falmouth, Maine – 2025 *** The Seamstress I remember feeling old before I knew what time was…  And as age wore on, I began to feel  infinite…  not permanent, no — but threadbare,  searching for an  answer… ————————————————————————————– When ‘alone’ is empty, but ‘empty’ is anything but alone… Gnawing…

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  • Bottom-feeder

    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… ……

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  • “Whether it’s a kind word, a listening ear, or a smile, your encouragement can make all the difference to someone struggling with mental health issues.” Paul White Company is proud to stand by our commitment to mental health awareness and the well-being of our employees, partners, and loved ones. To honor Mental Health Awareness Month,…

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  • Let’s Get Physical I drove downtown, car wrapped in mist and sunlight, pavement steaming as I desperately sought to park. Panic crept in as I coasted past prime real estate, but a quick U-turn guaranteed my bid. So there I was, wedged beneath towering steel, staring at the dark entrance of the Green Hand Bookshop…

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  • ALL ROADS LEAD TO BELFAST Perched on Penobscot Bay, Belfast glitters beneath blueberry skies and candy clouds. Working-class stamina mingles with rural bliss, a salty oasis chucked up the Atlantic coast.  The heart of Waldo County, Belfast has a history of boat-building, seafood packing, and ancient shoe stores — but now stands as a bastion…

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  • A gray afternoon hung in the sky, fading into the granite geometry of Portland City Hall. As I walked toward the entrance, a stampede of blue hair, rugged denim, and Doc Martens bit the pavement ahead of me, crushing cigarette butts underfoot. The troops were rallying! “Downstairs for the open forum,” chirped the greeter, directing…

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