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About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.

stories in chrome

Posted on September 17, 2012 by troysherdahl

a Poncho Indian head lights up orange centering five silver streaks the waterfall of a Buick ’50 grill pours over the bumper like buck teeth bullseyes and gunsights afterburner tail lights a leaping ram, the saber jet greyhounds running with the swan set—   and a bullet nose V-8 protrudes … Continue reading →

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the invasion of Three Hills

Posted on September 17, 2012 by troysherdahl

the Angels are in Three Hills steel horses, Harleys, hogs they’re makin’ lots of noises like a bunch of howlin’ dogs   their plates all say, ONTARIO and they got a white support van but he can’t go as fast … Continue reading →

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the skunk and green nightie

Posted on September 17, 2012 by troysherdahl

she’s a blue jean cosmopolitan a sophisticatedly sober soothsayer I’m the drunk skunk long tongue the wine-soaked word player looking at the red meniscus this Nippon nose now knows she’s a sweet, full-bodied bodicus and my sensei sensitivity grows   drunk as … Continue reading →

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There’s No Place Like Home

Posted on September 10, 2012 by troysherdahl

     “Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore,” Dorothy said clutching her dog to her chest. “We must be over the rainbow!”  Then the video clip scrambled and died like it had done nineteen times before.      Gracie wished to go … Continue reading →

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nothing stronger

Posted on September 5, 2012 by troysherdahl

nothing stronger than a nice Canadian weed like wild dandelion and thistle they break through rock, concrete, asphalt the hardest ground packed gravel fabric and sand to say, hello weeds make cracks and cracks are their homes we try to kill … Continue reading →

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star time

Posted on August 31, 2012 by troysherdahl

under outdoor covers it’s star time—   a cloud of zee’s above my head starry stars sing so bright I can hear them twinkle they rip tiny holes in my black blanket and meteor showers sprinkle down stardust, sparks and aborigines are dancing … Continue reading →

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49-50

Posted on July 26, 2012 by troysherdahl

49 one more day of forty-nine my health is good, I’m feeling fine this gray goatee may be a sign I’ve gone and crossed the middle line but I’m not one to sit and whine of my past youth, lament … Continue reading →

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The Race

Posted on July 20, 2012 by troysherdahl

     Deanna Markham was losing the race, again. She was second in a slothful race across the courtyard of her seniors home with the wheelchair-bound, Dora Lee Schmidt. Two elder tortoises in a juvenile competition to get to their favorite perch; a view of … Continue reading →

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excerpt from Dick Lovely

Posted on June 26, 2012 by troysherdahl

     I scream in utter agony. My sweat-soaked body shudders and I strain at the ropes that hold me in the chair. The big Chinaman with the eyepatch is pushing the tiny shards of needle-sharp bamboo under four of my fingernails. I haven’t been in this much pain ever, even … Continue reading →

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excerpt from Dick Lovely

Posted on June 26, 2012 by troysherdahl

     Mort Jackson didn’t think of himself as a bad man. Oh, he did some bad things for dough these days but didn’t lots of guys? The half-naked girl laying on the kitchen table, stirred.     She moaned and he … Continue reading →

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