by Bryan Weeks

You ask what it means,
this-world-breathing.
After the death of God,
that young man hanging on a hill,
came the empty tomb, the body lost
and returned; 
and then, from everywhere,
from nowhere—
was it fifty days or
five thousand years?
                                 and then…


a long slow breath,
the blowing of a violent wind.

—May 2022, Emmett, ID

Bryan Weeks earned a B.A. in English & Creative Writing from the University of Washington in 2013 and M.A. in Education from Boise State University in 2022. He teaches English at an alternative high school and also leads ongoing reading and writing groups in philosophy, literature, and poetry for adults in Boise, ID where he lives with his wife and son.