Andrew Cyr

Life’s meaning escaped me.The bank foreclosed on our homeon Englewood Road.Marcia paid the bills.Or, I should say, didn’t pay the bills.After Marcia lost the baby,the money I thought we’d savedwent up her nose.I emptied my lungs with shakes and screams.Marcia sat on the brown leather sofa.She lowered her chinand held her head in her hands.Marcia needed help, so we agreed to … [Read more...] about Journaling Reality, By: Andrew Cyr

Penny despised peoplewho went against the grainof her wealthy suburban town.Penny wanted for nothing.But the more she desired,the emptier she grew.Penny’s needs spilled before her knees.An insatiable lust satiated with thingsconnected the dots to a girl in touchwith herself but out of touch with most.Penny got kicks, making fun of thosewithout the means to defend … [Read more...] about Finding Love In Prejudice, By: Andrew Cyr

My friend and neighborand secret crushLevine spent the summerin a psychiatric ward.Levine’s red, long hair cascadedto the small of her back,and her freckles camouflagedher face to hide the diamondsof her deep, oval green eyes.Levine’s parents sent her to a placefenced with tall razors near Spokane.That’s a three-hour drive from Yakima.We were friends, not best friends.But good … [Read more...] about Happy Depression, By: Andrew Cyr

Madisyn knocked on the dooron our agreed-upon date night.The fireplace cracked over oak logs.The flames whipped a mysterious auraI arranged wine glasses on the wooden coffee table.I chilled the wine in a tin bucket filled with ice.I positioned a rose in a vase on the kitchen table.I dialed the lights down to romanticism.Soft pop music played on the radio.I rushed to the … [Read more...] about Madisyn’s First Internet Date, By: Andrew Cyr

You won’t believe it.I knew it as I typed this.I sat at my office desk.I glanced at the large monitor.I adjusted my glassesand went to work.A man with a dream.It was more than a dream.In a Birmingham jail cell,begging for peaceful protests.Civility had no time for threats of violence.No guns.No fights.Just the power of wordsand ideas that piercedthe veil of separationas the … [Read more...] about Believe A Dream, By: Andrew Cyr