“Writing in league with Mary Oliver and Jane Kenyon, Laura Kauffman tills the soil of the soul.  With Carolina Clay, she beautifully uproots connectedness: between life and death, beauty and ashes, generations of a family, and the sides of ourselves that we try to separate.  Most important, her poems bear witness to all that binds us to the God waiting at the end of the end of our ropes.”

– Aarik Danielsen, Columbia Daily Tribune arts editor and Fathom magazine columnist

“Carolina Clay is a feast for the senses, lush with blood, dirt, and roots. Laura Kauffman has written a liturgy of grief brought on by the abandonment of place, the unavoidable decay of nature, and the lingering loss of her grandmother with dementia. Accompanied by poignant black and white photos, Carolina Clay weaves a rich tapestry shot through with the visceral beauty of heritage, faith, and the sacredness of humanity.”

– Tammy Perlmutter, founder and curator of The Mudroom

“Reading Kauffman’s poetry is like putting your hands into the earth when you garden – rich and satisfying.”

– Rachel Joy Welcher, author and poet of Two Funerals, Then Easter

 “A warning to the reader: you’ll cling to this book like a dear friend, express gratitude to it for putting words to what’s buried deep inside, and tear out pages to hang on your wall. Reading this book will likely result in noticing the magic around you, and maybe finding dirt under your fingernails. Its beauty will break your heart open and fill it with something that only poetry can give.”

– Hannah Estabrook, advocate and co-author of Beyond Desolate

“The poems in Laura Kauffman’s Carolina Clay immediately enchanted me. But I couldn’t say why. I kept reading, then suddenly paused, for there on the page the poet showed her hand: ‘There’s this way…that makes you feel like going home.’  Bingo–that’s exactly how I felt.”

– John Blase, author and poet of The Jubilee: Poems