How do we make sense of our suffering? World of Dew grapples with this question by embracing impermanence--the death of a loved one, the transmutation of an old belief, the adoption of a new culture. Moving from the tide pools of Maine to the streets of Hyderabad, Lindsay Stuart Hill entwines grief and awe, beauty and violence, truth and delusion. These poems form a scrapbook of missing girls, clothes drying on a line, and lingering romances. This is the world of dew--a gorgeous and fragile cosmos where we know nothing lasts, and yet we remain--questioning, dreaming, hoping.