The apple falls. Everyone already knows that. We have a word for the falling now, and the word is so familiar it can start doing the work the hands used to do.This book does not take the word away. It asks what was already happening before anyone had a name for it.Two voices sit under a tree and stay on the questioning side, on purpose. They pick the fruit up. They drop it again. They watch a leaf take longer than a stone. They notice that down is a relationship, not a plac...

From the outside, can't and won't look the same.He had a guy on his crew. Good hands. Every morning, first thing: this job sucks. Two years. Nothing you could point at. No cast. Just the same sentence, and a door that shut a little more each morning.From the outside, a man who can't and a man who won't look identical for as long as you are only watching the outside. Grief gets watched that way. So does a bad season on a job. Somebody is still standing there in year seven an...