Author Archives: troysherdahl

he thought he was wrong before but he was mistaken… and because he didn’t know he did.

she floats my boat she’s the sun in my shine she speaks, I listen because she is wise, compassionate and direct I’m a better listener because of her I can be a better listener— because of her she laughs, she … Continue reading →

Maurice is a poet he tells me with glazed glassy eyes traveling the world carrying his old typewriter (yes, I said, typewriter) his ratty book of poems (which he tries to sell me) and a few salty photographs on cards … Continue reading →

spring raced in with an embrace and a hot kiss near cold puddles on a Jasper Avenue corner soaked by yellow cab gasping shocked laughing at dirty white sneakers breathing in the warm moist holding hands hungry

I like simple words less words less is more Hemingway would say less words have more meaning more feeling and short sweet phrases are the ones we remember like            I love you Natalie

a starburst’s the view from a black hole as Mama gives birth to another little planet   (give her a mic) I’m in a rocket to my star (dumb) I need this! this is my last chance! I have to … Continue reading →

one scary shadow of an itty bitty thing the light cast just so made it look menacing— like the titles of a film noir the shadow needed a dark street or a wall   one scary shadow nearly scared me … Continue reading →

I liked Bill before the breakdown better well, Bill can’t go back to that Bill, ever his therapy didn’t cure him but it didn’t kill him either— his family did

give a dog a bone or give two dogs two bones doesn’t matter one dog wants what the other one has   bone dog is bone hog the bone monopolizer— the bully stick dominator

the words and ghost coyote are following us— it’s cold, kind of breezy I’m uneasy Jack looks over his shoulder constantly feeling my energy hearing the phrases feeling my negativity smelling ghost coyote— the words are mean and frightening ghost … Continue reading →