Andrew Cyr

I arrived at Helena’s rock showlater than I’d wanted to.Strobe lights cycled throughan array of bright colors.I left a client who needed an ear.I glanced at my watchand had to cut his pity party short.Helena formed a rock bandin college—and made pretty good money.Some songs even played on the radio.I entered the arena to a cloudof smoke, pot, or cancer sticks,which I didn’t … [Read more...] about Girl At The Rock Show, By: Andrew Cyr

No one will love me like this; they won’t.A childhood fire prank leftmy right cheek burned.Mom brushed her hand acrossmy cheek and spilled complimentsover me.My eyes sparkled when I laughed.Dad told me they danced like reindeeras they carried gifts for children on Christmas Eve.Like them, he promised a guy would sweepme off my feet.He’d be blind to have me.I graduated college … [Read more...] about Someone Loves You, By: Andrew Cyr

An open sign flashed in the windowof Mojo’s Espresso.Alivia and I finished our coffeeand left the crowded cafe.After fishing online for a partner,we dated for a couple of months.The scent of hazelnut and mochaclung to our clothesand eavesdropping on conversationshad their problems on the tip of our lips.Darkness stretched over the day’s rays.The sliver moon hung above … [Read more...] about Caution (Love’s Ahead), By: Andrew Cyr

My drinking.It got to Suzanna.She was finishingher master’s degreein psychologywith a specializationin chemical dependency.She told me it was the bottle or her.I’d watch her before bed.She kneeled, head bowedin prayer hands.I chose the bottle.And Suzanna packeda duffle bag,said she was going backto her dad’s.My drinking.It got to me.I went through nightswrestling with my … [Read more...] about Antidote To Recovery, By: Andrew Cyr

I had a meeting with me, myself, this couch, and a TV show. A knock at the door startled me out of the life I’d accepted with little question. The enemy of my life mirrored the person reflected in places emanating from my brainwork. I opened the door while sipping a can of beer. Cailin stood, cradling the Good Book. She gave me a once-over and cleared her throat like I should … [Read more...] about Cailin Is Good News, By: Andrew Cyr