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.
~None of the problems which face me, have my permission…to break me~© Kae Bucher
Like trees we wash our leaves in plumbed in streams of rain,
Ears on lined pages
Happy Holiday:)
Ribbon slippered moon
He’s not going anywhere…
Father…
I will not leave you as orphans..I will come to you
Moccasins at Meadow Arc 