I moved into an old cabin last month. At the window, tea in hand— mist curls over evergreens, damp cedar drifting in. Foster roots— no branches within. Growing a spine cost me standing tall. I sleep, wake— request denied. Need no one, but crave Paisley, sifting our future. When we meet, doubt confuses me. Now, her presence ripples shyness up my spine. Red hair … [Read more...] about Foster Roots, By: Andrew Cyr
Staying Alive Together, By: Andrew Cyr
On Saturdays I stood at Mt. Claire, crimson sky colliding seasons, waiting by the rail for those who might not return. Shadows dimmed, air thinned— I shouldn't have been there— but I came for someone like myself. People jumped, not for thrills but as a cry for help. I almost counted myself among them— the coward of hopelessness stalked me for years, dancing in acid … [Read more...] about Staying Alive Together, By: Andrew Cyr
October Remission, By: Andrew Cyr
It was early October. I'd hoped it might be different— cancer returned, cursed a blessing, healed unseen wounds. Disoriented, I lay in warm sheets, fighting again. It would end me— unless I found a reason to believe. The last time I drank rum from a bottle in a brown paper bag, I ended up in rehab. Now, I’d die sober before drinking again. A prayer for Elissa quivered … [Read more...] about October Remission, By: Andrew Cyr
Swayed by Desire, By: Andrew Cyr
Seasons sway a fall— Claire, cowboy boots, tub suds, for lust, I fell. … [Read more...] about Swayed by Desire, By: Andrew Cyr
October Fight, By: Andrew Cyr
Bare birches— crimson, yellow leaves scatter the walk. FIRST EDITION glows— dive bar window. Long sleeves, soft breeze, smoke haze. Pool balls crack. "Downfall" on the radio. People chat, I sip cola. Eyes stalk me. Composure gone when a loudmouth takes to drink— loose fingers shatter bottles, spill before an internet date. Fight, flee, freeze— a Southern belle, her to her … [Read more...] about October Fight, By: Andrew Cyr