Reading Together

Out the window, hoarfrost beards the mountain;
inside, Buck stove flames ripple, dog snores,
brandy flares in throat. Snug in twin armchairs,

we dwell in two worlds: your Vikings pillage,
slaughter; my plucky English detective
scours the village, building her case.

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Gail Tyson shares a log cabin in the Cherokee National Forest, East Tennessee with her husband and border collie. She has published poetry in America, Kindred, Naugatuck River Review, Pilgrimage, and Still: The Journal.

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