We bickered over finger-pointingafter a late morning start on a holiday trip.We’d almost stopped for directions,more time than we’d spent on the road.We stopped at a hotel before the sun dippedbelow the horizon for some sleep.We skinny-dipped before we hit the sack,wondering what our parents would saywhen they knew what we had to say.We chatted until we couldn’t;opened our eyes … [Read more...] about Holiday Engagement, By: Andrew Cyr
Christmas Diner To Forever, By: Andrew Cyr
I spliced the blinds with my fingers and glanced.Dark skeletal trees edged in white.Frost swirls coated the windows,creating a rime on the ledges.Icicles hung from the eaves.I prayed Milly didn’t slide over black ice.I shut the blinds to turn off the thoughtand returned to place wrapped presents under the tree.I decorated this cabin for Christmassilver and gold, a wreath, and … [Read more...] about Christmas Diner To Forever, By: Andrew Cyr
Christmas Sorted Out Forever, By: Andrew Cyr
I’d had nights,nights where I’d arrangeChristmas lightsover sleepless nights.I’d vacillate between wantinga single life or a family.I’d stare at the ceiling,wondering why Emma,a childhood friend, left herjacket in the back seat of my car,telling me she’d retrieve iton Christmas Day.I made it this far alone.What’s another couple of decades?Emma wants my attentionwith no one else … [Read more...] about Christmas Sorted Out Forever, By: Andrew Cyr
Christmas Crush Rekindled, By: Andrew Cyr
Discolored pine needles dustedan older blanket of snow.Light white flakes accumulatedyesterday, and the weathermancalled for the ground to swellwith inches more of the same tocome morning in this Yakima forest.The other day, I cut downand erected a tree in the living room.I adorned strands of silverand gold above the fireplace.I finished a Redhookand opened the shed and … [Read more...] about Christmas Crush Rekindled, By: Andrew Cyr
Leah For Christmas, By: Andrew Cyr
December had me under the weather.Sheets of ice stretched across the streets,blending to accumulate powderedsnow that plows pushedto either side of the road.I sat in my Jeep. The engine idled.I placed my hands directly in frontof the vents blasting hot air.Christmas lights blinkedthrough neighborhood homes.Silhouettes expanded over shrubsand lawns as the rays retreated for the … [Read more...] about Leah For Christmas, By: Andrew Cyr