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

I traveled down the 405after another week’s work.I loosened my tie with one handand gripped the wheel with the other hand.It was only a fifteen-minute driveand thirty minutes with thick traffic.The weekend arrived.But I had nothing to doand no one to do it with.I’d soak up the darkness on a gloomyweekend, eating TV dinners for dinner.Come Monday, I’ll tell co-workersabout the … [Read more...] about Repaired Faith, By: Andrew Cyr

It was March in Seattle.The mirage-stalked moonhid in plain sight.An army of stars pokedthrough obscure clouds.I spotted the open signat Erickson’s Bar & Grill.It was a new log cabinconverted into a barthat Holly wanted to try.I pulled into a parking lotwith bright lightsand smooth pavement,which guided me to a newlypainted parking spot.I intended to do to her what she did … [Read more...] about Holly’s Math, By: Andrew Cyr