Istanbul Literary Review - September 2011 Edition (#21)
Istanbul Literary Review - September 2011 Edition (#21)
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The Heart's Winter
by
Phillip Hamrick

You will need a lantern.  Head north away from the bay and take the winds as they press you east.  Remain eastbound, past three islands.  You will come to a fourth island that will look as if it rose up out of nowhere.  It will stand quivering in the air. 

Dock on the west shore.

There is only one path from there.  Take it.  It will be paved by wear and lined with trees.  Cobwebs of shadows will pass through the trees like black sand and cover your head and eyes.  Continue through to a bridge.  Cross the bridge clutching the bridge-rope in your palm, the planks beneath your feet are unstable.  At this point the light will be such that your shadow will lead the way, and so you will follow it to the right.  Here the willows grow thick and wild.  Spurious voices will echo.  Slender threads and slivers of sky will slip through pinched clearings above, but do not get distracted, for, on your left, will be a stone hut.  Do not stop at the hut.  The reasons why I cannot tell you without endangering you.  As your current trail ends, the baked dirt of another path crosses it.  You will know this site by an apple, which I place there everyday to make sure you will have a marker.  Turn left.  All manners of strangling vines are wrapped around planks of wood I have constructed.  Don't dilly-dally.  Walk quickly for these vines are cursed.  You will come to a gully.  Rivulets of water trickle under the stones.  Do not step on the stones as you cross or you will dam up the channel.  Instead, use the rope hanging from the tree (you will know which I mean) to swing across and be sure not to land in the quicksand on the opposing shore.  Past the gully the ground is caked with moisture.  Do not bother trying to go around, as the dried mud on your soles will be beneficial later.  Persist straight through an intersection of six dirt paths.  After a while the dirt path will become gravel.  The hardened mud on your feet should soften the impact of the shards of stone.  The hilly and stony path will give way to another bridge.  Look down as you cross this bridge and you will find your body elongate and flail about in the water.  Do not panic and do keep going.  Continue on your way over the bridge and up a winding hill.

At the blind on top of the hill you will see the wool coat and scarf I made for you.  Take them.  Turn right and head into the valley.  It will get wintry here and dark.  Use your lantern to guide yourself into the gulch.  Be wary of your step.  Finally you will see another lantern in the distance.  Use it to guide your way if the path becomes too hard to follow.  There is no threat in here other than the cold and dark.  Continue forward toward me—I will keep my lantern aloft. 

Raised so I can see your face. 

And so you can see me, ragged with waiting for you.

Istanbul Literary Review - September 2011 Edition (#21)
Phillip Hamrick
Phillip Hamrick
USA
Phillip Hamrick lives in the Village of the Evergreens.  He keeps busy by not finishing his third novel, since it will most likely go the way of his first two.  His work can also be found in the Denver Syntax under the pen name Paolo Rhys.
Istanbul Literary Review - September 2011 Edition (#21)