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Thomas A. Hiscock – January 2026 *** She’s haunted – burdened by things that won’t change… Sometimes, I switch the meanings of ‘raise’ and ‘raze’ to see what happens to my world… “Hero, how did you forget… Again?” Head in the clouds, I’m yanked from a day-dream – lullabies of somewhere far-away… Concealing a smile,…
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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 