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.
~A blue grey fog wraps around the swan’s breast,
Wow. This is tricky.
“ Only when the last tree has died and the last river been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realize we cannot eat money” Cree proverb
~Vision affects your altitude
~ Her bell rippled above skipping stones
Moccasins at Meadow Arc 