For Uncle Ken Nights, he milks under a cobwebbed bulb fixed low in ancient rafters. He has sat there forever, red-rimmed black rubber boots settled on urine-soaked floor. His head rests on tawny flanks of mother, then daughter. As his father taught, his hands squeeze with practiced rhythm. The only sounds […]
Brian Duncan
Brian Duncan lives in Kendall Park, New Jersey with his wife, Margie, and two cats. He worked in a virology laboratory at Princeton University for many years and is now happily retired. He enjoys devoting his time to poetry, gardening, and hiking. He has poems out this past year in ONE ART, Thimble, Passengers Journal, Whale Road Review, Elysium Review, Sheila-Na-Gig, and in a forthcoming issue of Santa Fe Review.
The Gathering
At the funeral of the father of my childhood friend we watched the priest wave the thurible around the casket, the incense purifying his hundred and one year old soul. The smoke drifted up into the light coming through stained glass high on the wall of the church, the colors separating into components, coming apart, […]