Your brother, Sci-Fi, is already drunk and drifting off near a gardenia arrangement, probably spacing out. Kooky Aunt Magical Realism is in The Front Row in a funny hat, primed to catch the bouquet when it's thrown. You can't place it, but something's always been off about her.
The letters get away from me, making tiramisu.
Before we were there, a volcano in Chico erupted.
For those who write poetry, you may already be familiar with the art of the tritina. The tritina is my favorite kind of structured poem, and an intriguing challenge even if you don't prefer structured verse. But if you aren't familiar, here's how to build one.
"Hey." With laser acuity, the close-leaning man leers over the sticky table and into my v-neck. "Nice tits." ...