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.
falling petals in N.Korea ( a sijo)
Dear Lord, as winds of turmoil tear through our world… please help our worlds leaders be as strong …
Blessings to all the other mothers…who gather little ones like flowers…
as a mother’s heart holds her child …even as she sits…and watches him at track meets…even so…
if it’s crazy to believe in angels… in blue clouds i can’t touch…in sky fairies…and foot prints… of sandals…in gardens…if it’s crazy to believe Anyone cares
for all the lost children setting sail for Nod…may your dreams be full of ink blue moons…
scapegoat soup
