Author: 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.
~Dishonest lips fill ice cube trays with murky waters. So check your glass, BEFORE you drink ~©Kae
Heaven spreads strawberry jam across the sky and sandwiches us with beauty,
When we awake…to Narnia
Between…a found poem
Sell
Mother Earth
~Some folks cast lines of texts into cyber lakes and get angry when fish don’t bite.~…©Kae
~Just because we play the wrong game perfectly…doesn’t mean we’re winning.~©Kae
Moccasins at Meadow Arc 