"David Tucker celebrates the incandescence of the every day, and raises the ordinary to art—a telephone as quiet as an heirloom, the stillness tended like wheat—even as he mourns the quickness of time passing. There are gems on every page, in every line, in poems full of pathos and humor and longing. And always, the last words linger, still shimmering with a reverence for life amidst all the losses." —Amy Nutt, Pulitzer Prize winning author