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

It’s a house on the hillthat we can’t afford to build.My lips of misery shoutthrough the skeletons rattlingwarning signs in my closet.I sealed my heartwith a ball and chain of what’s next.She says it’s love, but it’s more the ideathat starved her secret affair with seclusion.The moment she realizesshe’s enamored with affectionand not in love with me;I’ll be tipsy, savoring love … [Read more...] about Our House, By: Andrew Cyr

Ana sat beside meon a barstool.Her calming presencemassaged my muscles.The dim lightsand empty dancefloorushered in the conceptof contempt for solace.I sipped water over rocks.No more gin on ice to taste,only cold water for me.Maybe you’re right.You don’t deserve me.On that, we can agree.But what you see,who you fell in lovewith was forgedon the rocky brink of a disaster.Ana … [Read more...] about Worthy Of Your Love, By: Andrew Cyr

Scattered clouds shifted above, a light autumn breeze brushed against my cheek, carrying with it contempt on the first day of the eighth grade, and I cradled the books I didn’t want to read. I was headed for an English class when Cayla, the cool girl, stuck out her foot. I lost my footing and swam for air as my books flew. I hit the pavement. I hit rock bottom with shattered … [Read more...] about Tripping Over Love, By: Andrew Cyr

The accumulated white flakes shed the forest muckand lifted like fog and returned to the sky as the sun’s raysincreased in strength as we moved into March.I lived on Jaded Hill.A place where people of means lived.Cars drove by faster than the limit allowed.Pollution spilled through their mufflers.I waited for next winter’s revengefor ignoring the paths for sledding slopes.But I … [Read more...] about Valentine’s Blind Date, By: Andrew Cyr