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.
~Self pity is often more rooted in one’s interpretation, than one’s situation.~©Kae
~If I expect you to see everything the way I do…even though you touch the world with a different set of finger prints…then I might be dreaming of a place …where worlds are bound to collide.~
~ Seems like retaliation is just trying to prove that you’re a “bigger jerk” than the one who hurt you.~©Kae
~The white gloved finger of False Guilt smears the soul it inspects with self-doubt.~©Kae
Liebster Award
Poesies
Apple scented
~Just because I get where you’re coming from.. doesn’t mean I want to go where you’re headed.~©Kae
Moccasins at Meadow Arc 