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.
Whispers
Separate
Fly
~Like backpacks our lives can only hold so much…so trouble comes when we want more than we can carry~©Kae
~Sooo… turning over the keys of your life to someone who doesn’t know how to drive …is kinda like hoping an ambulance won’t take you to the hospital~©Kae
~Better to live without bouquets than grind others into mulch in order to grow them.~©Kae
~With an upturned nose Greed asks the poor why they aren’t able to handle the life which she spills upon them.~©Kae
Why?
Moccasins at Meadow Arc 