Mussel Cove Creations

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  • Skipping Stones, Waiting to Die

    Thomas A. Hiscock, January 2026 ***  Granite spills across the low brown tide…   Colonial bones, pierced by a thin blued 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 and…

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  • THE DEAD OF WINTER

    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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  • 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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  • A Place Beyond all Hope (2025)

    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…

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