dVerse — Prosery — Answered Prayers

I pray to God that she may lieForever with unopened eye— from Edgar Allan Poe’s, “The Sleeper” Millicent and I are born eighteen months apart; she in the heat of August, and I in the chill of January. Our temperaments follow our seasons. She, vivacious, fire in her blood; and I, pale, introverted, with a…

dVerse — MTB — HMOs and Castaways

Roy Lichtenstein Onomatopoeia Collage HMOs and CastawaysBrrrrrrring!Old school receptionistbuffs her nails, oblivious.Tinnitis’ eardrumfibrillations chatter my teeth.Answer it already!Its screech is as bad as piteous yipsof the neighbor dogwhose keepers’eyeballs swivel their screensinstead of thwapping a rubber ball for not-so-cutegrown fido to chase.Fido’s yanking on his chain,collar-frictioned neck rubbed raw.SHUTTHEFUKKUP! they screamand he yips to their attention,…