In her debut collection of poetry, Laura Kauffman explores the space between love and loss. Compelled by the death of her grandmother, Kauffman embarks on a journey of discovery that leads her through the themes of history and heritage, age and dementia, and – ultimately – hope and healing. Beginning in the dirt, Kauffman… Read More
written for my dear friend and extraordinary artist, D Whigham THE POTTER The wheel spins. She throws heavy clay, imagining. Her hands move quickly, forming the moments of life for the fire and the flame.
“Watch and wait for the changing of land; the trees bend over, the grasses lay down, and you bow your head to the dirt. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and nothing is as it should be.”
One year ago, we buried my grandmother. When Chris and I heard that she had died, we packed up the car, buckled the children, and started on the long road to North Carolina. We downloaded “The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane” on audiobook to entertain the kids. As we curved through mountain roads of West… Read More
I want to hold a thing with history;
