Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Manassah’s father


Under an Egyptian sky 
where baker’s heads are sold for bread,

a brother plucks homelessness 

from family stems

and shepherds chimeras glimmering amongst slaves 

where lost destiny blooms out of coal

 and when he finds it,

names his son 

Manassah

~God has made me forget all my toil, and all my father’s house.~Yossef ben Yaakov

 

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Published by Kimberly Vargas Agnese

My name is Kimberly Vargas Agnese, though I've previously written as Kae Bucher. I was born in the Florida Keys, but grew up in the Bay Area before migrating south to the San Joaquin Valley. As I ride barefoot around Fresno, I consider the paths I've chosen and the crossroads where our country seems to have perched itself. Thanks to my Romani ancestry, many people groups reside within me and my poetry tends to reflect this. I love welcoming the sunrise with my Native American flute. I've been rumored to juggle while teaching students how to write. And if you can't find me, I'm probably hanging out with Jesus listening to parables.

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