[Among the Many Disappearing Things]: Poems

Rivers and streams flow through many of the poems in this eloquent book, their quiet currents taking things with them and leaving other things behind. All that is in danger of disappearing from our world is celebrated and mourned in the poems here. Hadaway writes of "A baby boy, born safely and on time in the eye / of the pandemic." Yet she returns often to her concern about the plundering of our planet. She sees "fools and dreamers / rushing toward our last // desire because it sparkles / even as it burns."