Author Archives: troysherdahl

Khufu’s Horizon a true pyramid but is it a tomb? giant triangle times four with the square at the bottom for its root one of seven wonders too great the point at the top was golden rod and plate no bones … Continue reading →

got crusty eyes yawns ‘n mumble talks need crusty pies calling from my ice box hunger-ies, hunger-ies got an appetite, dude for that coveted slice of morning after too many brown pops— the saucy hangover cure munchies, munchies mangio pure dee-lite between the … Continue reading →

do the pigeons of Perron have their blinders on? are their narrow minds that far gone? ask the little saint— oops, now ain’t there feathers in the Sturgeon?   circle walk gobble talk shivers and a puff fluff bird speak that’s rough, … Continue reading →

you woke with cinnamon smiles enthusiastically, you beguiled perfect wedding planner banter hanging with maid of honor bf flair forever Privada, so clever posies picked should invitations of wood would the Duchess has cake for our union day’s sake now … Continue reading →

in my desert island life if i had to choose between taking my android or ten of my favorite old paperbacks i’d take my old paperbacks every time my android doesn’t have the history i need even though it has A I, I T and 4G … Continue reading →

black stillness is my bend in the river for five minutes a stretch   paper lanterns low almost dark with little white dots feel light and weight interconnected at the edge— hot surrender is one sweaty thought the uncomfortable comfort … Continue reading →

it’s fresh! fresh exciting! it’s like a New Year to me   disco ball twenty dance party fourteen martini love bug hoot n’ holler

is my beautiful ego an imperfect nothing? am i nothing, going nowhere with nothing?   nothing? perfect, Buddha i can’t hold on to nothing that’s too loose, man   i was the second newborn to cry along with baby one in the maternity … Continue reading →

five lights refracted in a constellation of icy drips a foggy curtain of twilight gauze is my Milky Way so far away sub zero as seen through icicles on my eyelashes— and my moon boots crunch   here, sub zero actually minus thirty … Continue reading →