Andrew Cyr

It wasn’t Seth’s first time running from the cops,but it was the first time this December.Christmas lights wrapped around homesas though they, themselves, were a gift.Seth gripped the steering wheel,checking the rearview mirror.The windshield wipers battedlarge white flakes from his sight.His smile stretched over his teeth,knowing he shook the cops.The powdered snow … [Read more...] about Train Departure, By: Andrew Cyr

I sense trouble emanating amonginsincere calls for a ceasefire.I came across a postabout the Palestinian war,labeling it a genocide.Indeed, an ethnic cleansingof those shelteringin an apartheid state,hungry for nationhood,starved of identity,but suffer as mere pawnsin their own salvation.The passion among piousactors lacked substance.We forgot the victims of the 7thfor … [Read more...] about Trouble In A Ceasefire, By: Andrew Cyr

Trailer trash,that’s what the kidscalled Tressa.Picture words formeda maze with a borderlessframe above the fireplace.Seeing Tressa today,gazing through the kitchen windowof her three-story home;you’d never know.As kids, they didn’t care.We didn’t care.I didn’t care.I was once that kid.I teased her becauseall the nice thingsI had to say, borderedon x-rated, which … [Read more...] about Priceless Trailer Trash, By: Andrew Cyr

It was December, and I had used a ladder to hang the Christmas lights around the house. The front piano key fence had an array of lights that flashed through a cycle of colors. The snow quickened its fall with larger flakes than the night before.Just as I stood, observing my work, Natasha stormed outside in her bathrobe.Natasha finger-pointed me out of a lineup of cheaters she … [Read more...] about Crooked Lights Lie, By: Andrew Cyr

Thanks to God, and a blanket of snow,the Snohomish Pass was closed.I took a wrong turn becauseI’d never had it in me to seethe right side of me.I was out of gas and willing to chillin a cabin without heat before the fateof meeting Joslyn’s parents sank in.No vacancy signs blinked over hotels.A man offered me shelterin a cabin that a family rented.I could stay until they showed … [Read more...] about Right Turn, By: Andrew Cyr