::family(part 8)history::

Give me your hand
The dog in the garden row is covered in mud
And dragging your mother’s clothes
Cinder and smoke
The snake in the basement
Found the juniper shade
The farmhouse is burning down

Give me your hand
And take what you will tonight, I’ll give it as fast
And high as the flame will rise
Cinder and smoke
Some whispers around the trees
The juniper bends
As if you were listening

Give me your hand
Your mother is drunk as all the firemen shake

A photo from father’s arms

Cinder and smoke
You’ll ask me to pray for rain
With ash in your mouth
You’ll ask it to burn again

-Sam Beam

(Pictured- my Uncle Shawn (left) and Mom (right).  Twins.)

I think this is my favorite page so far.  I’m not sure why.  I just feel something when I look at it.  Maybe it’s the photograph- babies and an old linoleum kitchen.  How many families have pictures of messy kids devouring cake? It’s an image lots of us can connect with.

Something about the red pants.  The red stands out, it’s the solitary focal point without seeming overbearing.

There’s not a direct connection, but it reminds me of my Grandfather’s red flannel shirt.  He wore it often. I can see the color almost illuminating his sallow cheeks into a reddish tone.  I can feel the fabric in my hands.  Pieces of clothing become fragments of my memories.

The road is familiar.  It’s familiar to the kids in the photo.

It’s a back road,

barren day,

diluted sky.

Diluted memories.

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  1. Aunt Pam

    The twinners.

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