Author Archives: troysherdahl

a veteran rarely tells what war he knows inside of battles fought and good friends lost all those he saw that died   serve your country fight for freedom watch your buddy die come home and have a normal life … Continue reading →

tires on boats we know are bumpers big lights on strings would make Edison proud though strings don’t touch electricity and strings catching shrimp should be elementary   the shrimpman’s story is one to know red tides do flow, dark … Continue reading →

irregardless is not a word ironic misused by every turd penultimate IS NEXT TO LAST ultimate is last— NOT BEST  but could be MAX or HIGHEST acute is sharp chronic is long-lasting accept or except neither, notwithstanding adverse is contrary while averse, strongly opposed affect and effect make me scratch … Continue reading →

I like meat hey, don’t you? the fleshy kind dead-fresh and new   meat is tasty meat is yum I like meat from a steer’s big bum   meat from a pig is especially sweet and flesh from the chicken is fine … Continue reading →

I curse at inanimate objects. I swore at my coffee cup this morning because it spilled coffee on me.   I curse at inanimate objects. I work alone and I can do it all the time. I curse at inanimate objects … Continue reading →

gears and sprockets are lucky charms in pockets chemical vapors seep out of industrial papers a golden army of princely pie plates from red-hot molten tempered weights deviled egg data dollars broken brown leather collars walking blue fake fishes ectoplasmic … Continue reading →

feet slippin’ back’s jerkin’ coffee spilled on ice   wheels spinnin’ slow drivin’ winter’s fuckin’ nice   south headin’ sun’s shinin’ worth the fuckin’ price   word.

St. Albert colder than a witch’s titty Jackie Frost, I love this city wearin’ layers but I’m still chilly and I’m inside with hands on Willy   watchin’ exhaust vapors hang through a frosted window pane Alberta winters can be insane … Continue reading →

ten spacemen wrote ten spacemen orbitin’ with the Fisher Space Pen ten spacemen scribbled ten spacemen writin’ blue Zen on the moon, friend   space race writin’ stick so slick in my pocket it glides and it glows like a … Continue reading →

green-blue, green-blue ain’t it just a gas? white sand snowjob is hotter than my ass sandpaper palm tree coconuts in hand ceviche taco on my mind and look—       it’s a mariachi band!   feed me sun and feed me fish and … Continue reading →