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

I lifted my head and batted my lashes wide.The depth of my bottomless gazehad me unraveling a sleight of handconnected to a jigsaw of twisted desires.I was here in a cabin.Rachel was here, too.How’d I get here?I wasn’t sure.I reached across the bed to pullher bangs behind her ear.I wanted to study her face to ensureher intentions were as good as mine.Rachels sighed, cracked a … [Read more...] about Worried Late, By: Andrew Cyr

A well-kept secret happened on dates,late-night dates, specifically.The second-hand tick slowed the clockfor conversations, lasting hours.The problem?No one showed.Internet chicks confirmed their intentionsfor being no-shows.I sipped coffee alone more than chattingwith the woman of my dreams(if there were such a thing).If she existed, she’d have red hair,and love autumn.A woman … [Read more...] about Coffee After Midnight, By: Andrew Cyr