"Hawley's spare, emblematic poetry is like the stones she so often writes about: monumental, enduring, clean and insistently its own shape. Stripped to the bone her poems catalogue the minutiae of moments that, except in poetry, have no form." —Jane Barnes, Dark Horse
"Hawley's spare, emblematic poetry is like the stones she so often writes about: monumental, enduring, clean and insistently its own shape. Stripped to the bone her poems catalogue the minutiae of moments that, except in poetry, have no form." —Jane Barnes, Dark Horse