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About troysherdahl

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

the queen of the rustling palms

the king of the Caribbean is thirsty at the funky Café Del Mar sipping on rum, sipping on a silver crescent sliver of moon sipping on a thousand salty stars pouring from the Big Dipper pouring from the coconuts as cool jazz … Continue reading

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my palapa promise

words blown away by the tropical sublime stay in the moment, man use that Caribbean time record my million monkeys mind— as a sizzling sun heats an endless, singing surf   mojito madness approaching Margaritaville’s all exploding words tumble out of the ballpoint some funny, some the … Continue reading

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serial news

serial news makes famous killers major newsmakers glorify the gore, evil sells 25 to life for taking a life saved by insanity alive with insanity instead of death in the big house paroled to the halfway house— with a book deal is … Continue reading

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exit 25

exit from a .25 caliber exit in his twenty-fifth year body dumped by the dumpster his girlfriend’s screams are clear flashing lights and crime scene tape cops are asking questions residents saw a black SUV speed away from this location   a mom saw … Continue reading

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poppin’ wheelies in the new ‘burbs

poppin’ wheelies in the new ‘burbs poppin’ wheelies in the new ‘burbs four-eyed bros are jumpin’ those high rise wheelie bikes off the fresh curbs   when King Street was gravel and handlebars were chopper high it coulda been a trip for smokes … Continue reading

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she slips

she slips into my mind like she slinks out of a slip and slips into our bed slipping me the smile winking me while she slips me her hand and I slip out of my mind   reality slips forward— … Continue reading

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you left the banana, or Valentine split

like a banana split you ate ice cream, chocolate sauce and cherry hearts but left the banana you took your whip creamy love and hid it away in January’s cold anger— my heart split open like that banana and the cherry juice … Continue reading

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portrait of the poet as an empty vessel

imagine, if you will a picture frame without a picture across the room, in the reflection of his mirror the picture frame now contains a faded, gaudy painting two pictures that thrust the viewer into the ego fight zone—   … Continue reading

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that Canadian look, or cool to be Johnny Canuck

apologetic and glad with parkas, big boots here, plaid’s no fad —that Canadian look   red serge and mukluks from Hudson’s Bay to the Mounties, eh? I’m sorry I look so good   prairie wind chill fashion school arctic lows to … Continue reading

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cupid’s misfire

Her hands sweat. “Time, gentlemen. Next table, please.” He sits. “You are gorgeous!” “And… you are too young for me!” “Name?” “Suzanne. Yours?” “J.J.. My mother’s name was Suzanne.” “Oh, really?” She’s distracted. “What are you writing?” “You’re the one. You tick all … Continue reading

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