Andrew Cyr

Fall had fallen into place,dishing swaths of gold and red leavesthat crunch beneath dead grassand unevenly poured sidewalks.The thinning maple treeswaved skeletal branches.It was a brisk Seattle afternoon.A sadistic thief stuck me in the heartwith heartache’s arrowfrom a bow of contempt.She declared victory, assaultingmy shame as she wore a flannel,long brown boots,and lipstick … [Read more...] about Twin Sister Confusion, By: Andrew Cyr

Like a cold, I caught love in seasonsunbecoming of the attireI’d worn for unknown reasons.The sun glared from a cerulean skyand split down the middle of the living room.Chills of indecision sweptthrough my curled fingers, typingmessages on dating apps.Hannah’s profile captivated mewith its allusions to bandsI listened to and books that I’d read.Too good to be true.Or was it … [Read more...] about Love Skips Seasons, By: Andrew Cyr

Life’s meaning escaped me.The bank foreclosed on our homeon Englewood Road.Marcia paid the bills.Or, I should say, didn’t pay the bills.After Marcia lost the baby,the money I thought we’d savedwent up her nose.I emptied my lungs with shakes and screams.Marcia sat on the brown leather sofa.She lowered her chinand held her head in her hands.Marcia needed help, so we agreed to … [Read more...] about Journaling Reality, By: Andrew Cyr

Penny despised peoplewho went against the grainof her wealthy suburban town.Penny wanted for nothing.But the more she desired,the emptier she grew.Penny’s needs spilled before her knees.An insatiable lust satiated with thingsconnected the dots to a girl in touchwith herself but out of touch with most.Penny got kicks, making fun of thosewithout the means to defend … [Read more...] about Finding Love In Prejudice, By: Andrew Cyr

My friend and neighborand secret crushLevine spent the summerin a psychiatric ward.Levine’s red, long hair cascadedto the small of her back,and her freckles camouflagedher face to hide the diamondsof her deep, oval green eyes.Levine’s parents sent her to a placefenced with tall razors near Spokane.That’s a three-hour drive from Yakima.We were friends, not best friends.But good … [Read more...] about Happy Depression, By: Andrew Cyr