was that a bee?…or
what I need to see … as i look for
romance through your looking glass…gold whispers through your hair like
sunlight on flower petals … i
imagine
you smell like rainbows … you
smile at me through my front room
window … and pluck 2
pink roses …. you are
my bachelor… and i…
your bachelorette…we run
through episodes of wild flowers ..while
my earrings jingle
jangle …love myths …like
how to look for nemo
in all the wrong places …oceans of
tears find us…
… together ….
turning down song of songs so
we can watch american idol…we
play with bumble bees until they sting us into
splinters of pain who
look for meaningful things like
how to turn ourselves back into
pumpkins
at the stroke of midnight… when
you become my fallen Zeus and
i go back to
wishing bees will bumble
into someone who
calls me Beloved… on
heaven’s
play list
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Hi, my name is Kae Bucher. Thanks for stopping by.
I was born in the Florida Keys, but grew up in the Bay Area before migrating south for college. I completed my bachelor’s in English at Fresno Pacific University in California, where I minored in Christian ministry. I have also had the privilege of serving as a youth pastor.
In addition to teaching special needs students and raising four children, I also studied Special Education as a graduate student at FPU. I have now been writing for over twenty years.
Recently, I have written articles for iPatriot, and I am in the process of converting my front room into a greenhouse. I like storing humor and greenery, weeds and poetry, in mental tin cans. You will find my humanitarian dreams and political leanings organized accordingly.
Feel free to dig through my buckets…
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Wow! That’s what 🙂
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:)..
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Entirely lovely – perfectly apt for quiet evening reading 🙂
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Thanks so much for your encouragement:)
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