What would I do?
I would sit and watch tv with my 92 year old mom.
Watch a secular program, but also a sermon.
A WONDERFUL SERMON!
I would fast. Not for myself, but for this world.
A world that, for many, has known nothing but
HUNGER. I've done so little of that.
I would do something self sacrificing.
The proceeds of the sale of all my artwork
would go to my family. They would know
what to do with it ...

I would tell EVERYONE ABOUT JESUS!
READ HIS WORD AND ACT ON IT!!

And you? Do you know Jesus?

Read the book of John. At least 3:16.
Read the book of Romans.
At least the 8th chapter.

I'm not sure what the rest of my life
Will be like,  so I will continue my
program with mom.


Catherine Jarvis
5/13/25

You reek of smoke and heartbreak.

There is a forest fire raging in your gaze
that I cannot extinguish with mine.

It can be doused, perhaps—
or smothered
with more eyes and more eyes and more eyes—
but my water pail is filled with Patrón.
I cannot quell it alone.

The thirst in your wildfire eyes
is drying me to leather;
jerky for the vultures.

Maybe they
can quench it.

I am alcohol and lame steak.
You are smoke
and heartbreak.

There are bones in the wood;
cracking, groaning, shattering.
The skeleton of what could
Have
            Been

There are bones in the wood;
whistling, wailing, whispering.
The skeleton is not pure—not good
It
            Still
                        Has
           ­                         Flesh

catching a moment
in a jar

and its gone
before you see it

before you put the lid on
you are lost to a daydream.

Blood runs through my hands and stains the cold concrete.
As your heart rate drops with every beat.
The smell of fear and adrenaline arouse my sense like a woman's caress.
I bury my knife deep inside your chest.
I lose control with every slash, as my blade cuts away.
Now close your eyes while I carve you up
And hang you for display.