“Holding such details can feel like fumbling with a glass bottle, catching it by the neck before it smashes on the concrete floor. The hairs on my own neck standing on end. Strangely enough, nothing feels casual about memories of working in such a place, on an age-old hillside, that spent so long not changing that it eventually morphed entirely.”
I wrote a piece of creative nonfiction about the road where I lived as a teen and the winery at the road’s end, where I spent many summers pruning vines and winters on a bottling factory line. It is titled ‘Yield’ – a title with a double meaning in this particular context.
It’s exciting to see Yield published in The Razor Magazine, a NYC-based literary journal. You can read the full piece, or listen to the audio version, here.
