Kae Bochar

French bread and tides

Hold my hand

on this buttery beach

where star fish and fiddler crabs 

romance  sands,

french bread and tides and moon light 

wait

to beckon

waxing candles,

which ripple over driftwood,

as we skip

here and there 

i am not sure whether or not

our footprints will ever 

wash away

Published by Kae Bochar

Hi, my name is Kae Bochar. 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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