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About troysherdahl

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

sidewalks #1

marbles or jacks— the playing stops don’t step on that crack or you’ll break your mama’s back— and thrown away garbage gum is sticking to your flipflops

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two paintings of ego in Egypt

in a painting by Gérôme some hundred and fifty years old tiny Napoleon Bonaparte sits on a brown horse looking at the Sphinx nose to no nose— “Hello Sphinx, welcome me! I am a great general like your Ramses. I assure … Continue reading

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in the valley of the dolls

open grave, open casket welcome back to the bread basket— and dead dolls have no eyes   this alley of rust is a junkyard coulee filled with dead dolls and derelicts no crusher will ever bust not just farm trucks but once proud sedans even an … Continue reading

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riding the unknown

Sam swam his waters of same-same regret every day and he was drowning— his bottomless blue despair made him wet with fret so totally, and the anxious currents went down the same drain in eddies of the exoteric— black waters of wasted time pulled him under … Continue reading

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the Paradise Hill Meat House

it’s paradise road for meat-eaters ranches everywhere beef, bison, even llamas and tasty free-range bear trophy buck, big ol’ moose you gotta watch it, see? ’cause critters always gettin’ loose and crossin’ Highway 3— this stretch is bad junk you could hit … Continue reading

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for the insomniac

for the insomniac that doesn’t get R.E.M. is something hacked in the brain stem?   wired for sound from white noise to black silence the inner voices and outer static neighbors parties sirens screaming but melatonin is disturbing dreaming rolls … Continue reading

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Dirty Tears

Carter caressed every bullet in the palm of his hand before sliding it into the clip. He had done this many times before but tonight, in the dark, it felt poetic. Each of the cold lead tips seemed to punctuate his sadness and … Continue reading

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she #37, two dimples for dc

she’s got a shy sweet smile most of the time she’s my lil’ sugar but when she’s happy to see me I get a little dimple from her right side and her brown eyes get kinda wide it’s cute as hell— … Continue reading

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my mind is a universe

my mind is a black hole dark and foreboding my mind is a life spark bright veins all exploding my mind is the plains limitless, not flat my mind is the mountains peaks and valleys like that my mind and my soul speak … Continue reading

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original? no

most creative art is energy recycled— original? no

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