poems

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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