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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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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 *** 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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The Ogunquit Playhouse: ‘AMERICA’S FOREMOST SUMMER THEATER.’ Whoa. That’s a statement. Bold, unapologetic — Don’t get it twisted. Anchored on Route 1, The Ogunquit Playhouse ’delivers world-class Broadway entertainment and unforgettable experiences for more than 100,000 guests every season.’ Nearly a century old, this legendary theater ornaments the white sand belt of southern Maine. Ogunquit is…
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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 