Bill Henderson

Novelist, teacher, coach, blogger, one-time poet,

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Digits swarming today, dressing fancy, discussing Rachel Maddow, data storage, sex with integers. Me, I'm neither a 1 nor a 0. They shun me.

[Bill Henderson @truevoice]

Old Ms Godrey specified her tombstone to read: "Proudly sacrificed her IQ at any mention of The Web." Remains digitized, online viewing TBA

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Bat crazy, you Texans! Jed screamed at the empty room. A goddamn Texan will NEVER walk my dog, date my daughter, drink my blood, not EVER.

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Sweetheart d'you recall the date the parrot died? Or the engine fell out? Or Mom got Tourette's. Somewhere I've lost the meaning of numbers.

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Dad was a machinist–black grease always on his hands. Mom told me that's what turned her on, being touched by those hands, and nothing else.

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Dreamt I was Gregor Samsa, waking in horror–no appetite, no will– alarming to say the least. Squandered an hour cleaning my useless wings

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Great ideas were infectious worms to Andres. They breeched his skull, spiraled into his brain, gnawing twisting nudging him toward doom.

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She said: teach me the world & I will love you. In my dark hours, teach me just the final pieces–-oh my days, my days–-and I will love you.

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Spreading the cards, she saw him coming, saw it all coming--desire, ecstasy, anguish, death, darkness. She folded. "I'm out. Forever."

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Hearing them again, footsteps, distinctly human. YOU! This time fury not panic, propels me up the staircase. In room after room, nothing.

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Joey forced her to watch a beheading on the Internet before they made love. Something's...off between us, she thought. We're not clicking.

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Power dreaming! He could infiltrate others' lives, future lives, parallel lives of his own. Then one day he forgot which life was his.

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Her cat sought warmth, napping on the dishwasher, under lamps, against her thigh. One night she caught him turning up the thermostat.

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A summer dalliance. Tolstoy hopeless, desiring both Mme Klein and her chambermaid. FREEZE HISTORY--and look! still there. Burning.

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Hark how the bells sweet silver bells, life cometh on, dead by the dawn (dead by the dawn, dead by the dawn). Dim dim dim dim...donnnngggg.

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Staring into the gravity hole above his sink, Tris knew why most white-collar criminals are well born. He clicked SEND. "Fool." It was done.

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This place and these people may actually have existed and they aren't creepy, hon. They're uplifting. They're FUN. ECHO FX. His last words.

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Jesus loves me world so aches with newness. Devil take me, whose impertinent void is that? Whose windy portal out there yawning on my porch?

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When my tastebuds went, I relied on other messages. Ways hands can touch. Iconograpic subtleties of the face. Cries from bygone planets.

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Flesh. The Devil. Burning caribbean blue of reminiscence. She dreams: a bottle bobs adrift. Inside, her future, scrawled unintelligible.