Andrew Cyr

I was on a subway when it all happened. I minded my business and listened to people reveal more about themselves than they should. A bell rang to signal the door’s closing. A red light flashed for people who are hard of hearing. I own a law firm, but I love to ride the subway. I grew up poor, and I can empathize with blue-collar workers.My narrow eyes turned into crinkled … [Read more...] about Subway Test, By: Andrew Cyr

At an upscale bar,I sat over a dark beer.It was a week into the new year.And sink or swim in a bin of regrets,I’d have a partner this year.The foam cracked over Redhook.The wood tables glistened.The mug that I grippedcooled my hands and sparkledas though a worker hand-driedthe glass.R&B hits played over the stereo.I scanned the room,returned my eyesto my drink, and … [Read more...] about Dark Beer Date, By: Andrew Cyr

The nightly news replaysbreaking news of thosesuffering from a conflict for profit.Smoke bellows above the horizonfrom missile strikes.We pretend the deadaren’t people or elsewe’d have their deathon our conscience.Families talk to the TV,but it says nothing in return.Warplanes bomb neighborhoods.And divided opinions blur morality.But only the poor crawlout of smashed concrete.A … [Read more...] about Breaking The News, By: Andrew Cyr

War more, forever more.Politicians sitting on the sidelineshave no qualms about sending people’ssons and daughters to fightin a war of their creation.Sandra and I talked about it over coffeein a crowded Yakima cafe.We catch up over lost time,but the only thing we have in commonis that our brothers’ lives were changed for the worse.A genocide to slay tortured soulscreeps into … [Read more...] about War, It’s For The Poor, By: Andrew Cyr

Moreen’s motives tastelike forgiveness.Her stylist separatedher long, stringy, dark hairwith foil for blonde highlights.Moreen arrived after,running her fingers throughthe length of the final product.She bit her bottom lip, winked,spun around, and asked my thoughts.The crystal in her emerald eyescaught what she saidbut not what I meant.My jaw dropped.I chimed in my two … [Read more...] about Moreen’s Stylist, By: Andrew Cyr