kimberly

Updated: Sun, 6 Oct 2024 09:13 pm

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Instrumental Album: With and Without You
Train to Nowhere
The Gentle Birdsong Calling of Spring
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Biography

Kimberly Ray is a poet, spoken word performer, and songwriter based in the United States. Author of three poetry collections: - Coffee Shop Sessions: Whatever It Takes, Even If It Doesn’t Take (2018) - Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One (2020) - Coffee Shop Sessions III: In the Arms of Love (2021) Her work has been published in Clay Literary's RAVEN, 3 Moon Magazine, Teen Belle Magazine, The Daily Drunk, and the NoVa Bards 2020 Anthology, among others. Her poetry delves into the intricacies of relationships: the complex nature of discovery, attainment, and loss.

Poetry Readings

Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One https://soundcloud.com/kimray_poet/sets/spoken-word-coffee-shop Coffee Shop Sessions III: In the Arms of Love https://soundcloud.com/kimray_poet/sets/coffee-shop-sessions-iii-in

Instrumental Album: With and Without You

Instrumental/meditative recordings https://soundcloud.com/kimray_poet/sets/with-and-without-you

Train to Nowhere

The clock ticks in desperation to move us along, to where we belong. Our eyes remain forward, no longer looking back. The man in seat 2B sobs with tears streaming down his face. He’s left his life in his old place. I soak in the faces of passengers around me, stern looks all around. All longing for company, for answers that can’t be found. Looking over my shoulder, the train across the way has the answers. The lady in the window seat blows me a kiss; she has what we all have missed. Looking behind me, the cold faces tell me I should leave. The conductor denies my plea: this is the wrong ticket, I belong on the other train, you see. As the train departs the station, I rise to bang on every window and door to set me free. The whistle continues to blow. No one helps. Nothing budges. I’m stuck on a train to nowhere. The train arrives at our destination. Heaps of garbage as far as the eye can see while flocks of seagulls swarm overhead. This, this is where the train of life has led me.

The Gentle Birdsong Calling of Spring

it’s right underneath, brewing under my chest this quiet whisper circling- not spiraling downwards as i often tend to, but in the way a gentle breeze swirls a handful of leaves and they flutter away. there’s an inquisitive nature to it where there is somehow a sense of magic at hand, and yet somehow there must be a reason to it all. a scientific process that always begets the same results after following a specific pattern of events. the snow will always melt with the touch of warm air. the birdsong will always bring a sense of relief for the return of Spring. and the lovebirds will rejoice after surviving the long Winter, nuzzling up to the love that kept them warm.

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