a selection from over the years


Belonging a chapbook of poems published by Finishing Line Press (2011)

This collection of poems loosely chronicles my upbringing in a Mennonite community in the midwest and my move, as an adult, to the mountains of Western North Carolina. It also includes several poems folks may have heard me read or have seen in other publications...

Books are available Plott Hound Books, at Malaprop's Bookstore in Asheville, and on Amazon

A lyrical Eve transplanted to mountain country from midwestern "flatlands,"  Britt Kaufmann has put down her roots amidst "kindred spirits of unlike minds"  and found her voice  among "those who didn't want to be found."  These compelling poems with their abundant natural imagery remind us of the  gracious capacity of language to help us claim our home in this world.

Ann Hostetler, author of  Empty Room with Light: Poems and editor of A Cappella: Mennonite Voices in Poetry

Belonging—that word is the best possible title for Britt Kaufmann’s earnest, engaging, affectionate, and wonderfully enjoyable collection of poems.  Be, says the land and the nature that enfolds it.  Longing is what we feel when we gaze upon the land and try to search its meaning.  This tight-knit sheaf is as inviting as an apple pie set to cool on a window sill.

Fred Chappell


Britt Kaufmann's Belonging brings the real world of a woman's experience close enough to touch, whether that reality be a child, a quilt, a garden, or what belongs to those underground streams that feed a woman's inner life. Her words call up the things of everyday life and make them last. This poet belongs unapologetically to that moment when joy pushes its way to the surface, like a crocus through snow, never hesitating to praise it and its many gifts, opening her arms wide to welcome its arrival. Kathryn 

Stripling Byer , former North Carolina Poet Laureate

Britt Kaufmann’s poems owe much to her Mennonite heritage in flatland Goshen.  Transplanted to Southern Appalachia, she turns clear eyes on our abandoned tobacco barns, rock-ribbed heights, hardscrabble farms, tough good people.  She sees a simple beauty in our rusticity.  Whimsy, warm wisdom, a mother’s love, a good heart’s aspirations all live in these spare yet intricately woven lines; one hears unheard the four-part a capella harmony of her Indiana Sundays even as our mountain seasons turn, our rivers rise, our folk speak their highland talk.                                             

Charles F. Price, author of Nor the Battle to the Strong (website)