Andrew Cyr

The Yakima temperature dipped below zero.I wore a thick, dark coat zipped to my chin.I shivered, waiting for Dad in the driveway.My heart raced with excitement at the thoughtof spending time with him. He said he’d come.Tufts of dead grass poked through,accumulating white.Thick layers of snow accumulatedon roofs, cars, and walkways.I hung a duffle bag over my shoulder.Mom packed … [Read more...] about Belated Visit, By: Andrew Cyr

It was the start of the new year when I learned my lesson about medication. I glanced out the window of our cabin on the outskirts of Sunnyside, Washington. In the backyard, tufts of dead grass poked through drifts of accumulated white lacy flakes and blended into rows of evergreen trees that spread for miles.I struggled with aches in my bed.“Sit still,” Karolyn said calmly, … [Read more...] about Medication (I Need A Dose), By: Andrew Cyr

I lost Natalia’s hand last summer.I wished for a return to her lipsby September, but here it was winter.A misunderstanding and deceitby association did me in.I used to drink.I mean, like, really drink.But I found my way outof the disease that my fatherpassed along,which was all he gave me.But beggars can’t be choosey.I wasn’t.That was until I realized it was my life to blow.The … [Read more...] about Sober, By: Andrew Cyr

The sun scaled the horizon to hangout with the day’s forecasted clouds.I slumped against the window,cupping a cup of coffee,and blowing from the brim.Lacy flakes of white pokethrough tufts of dead grassand icicles hung on the roof,melting with the morningsunrise as Januarycrept in, my resolutionclung to the tip of my tongue.I graduated from college last year.And I wanted to … [Read more...] about Women Decisions, By: Andrew Cyr

Natalia, my best friend’s sister, weavedthrough my thoughts.Opposite reasons collidedwith logic like an instrumentwith a darker purpose.Natalia’s growth caught myattention until lust warmedher presence.Come hell as it will,I had to have Natalia.I spilled a confession.Pure love guided methrough a dancefloorof excuses.Mark’s family lived next door.We’d been best friends sincewe … [Read more...] about Best Friend’s Sister, By: Andrew Cyr