Recent Reviews for kimberly j gray
My life as a white, female drug dealer (Book) - 6/4/2012 1:44:09 PM|
Kimberly is not only a masterful, award winning author, but a stunningly brilliant and creative one, at that...
This book, based on her knowledge and personal experience with mindless physical and mental abuse, and mind-numbingly horrific trauma, is a truly gripping tale of one precious woman's singular bout for survival, any way she could...
We cry, we laugh, we gasp in horror, and we love with her, and in the end, she wants only one thing, to help others....
My god, any one event in this woman's life would bring any one of us to our knees, with the odds being we would never truly recover from it...and yet "Sky" not only does so, but wields a level or love and empathy beyond human capability....
And I would argue, this book, as well as her poetry books, presents Kimberly as that selfless of a soul...
A must read...and buy it for a friend...a loved one...and perhaps, just perhaps, save a life in doing so...
How I became a writer (Short Story) - 2/21/2013 3:22:59 PM
I don't know about all that, but I read your book about the female drug dealer, it was great! Yup, you're a writer, for sure.
He was my First, I was his Last (Short Story) - 2/5/2013 1:31:07 PM
I'm so sorry for your loss, this must have been so hard to write. Even so, you wrote it well, and I hope it gave you closure, even after 30 years something like this would be hard to rememeber and much harder to forget! God Bless You.
He was my First, I was his Last (Short Story) - 7/15/2012 8:43:16 AM
Thank you so much for sharing your story. In the sharing of the words, I hope you also are able to share and let go of some of the pain. The ending is a beautiful loving tribute "I wouldn't want to be me, had I not had YOU!"
He was my First, I was his Last (Short Story) - 7/12/2012 3:26:16 PM
A tragic story, beyond my abilty to truly comprehend such horror...but I will say this..not only do you tell it to us with obvious compassion and concern for us your audience, but I truly believe you are helping others...
Thank you so much for all that you do..
And dear god, i'm sorry for the pain you never deserved...
Chapter Two-from-My life as a white, female drug dealer (Short Story) - 6/16/2012 6:48:36 AM
As I read this, I wanted to jump right into the story and help this lost child. Well written. I will be looking forward to the next chapter.
Chapter Two-from-My life as a white, female drug dealer (Short Story) - 6/11/2012 5:48:54 AM
This is one drasticly sad story of the lost. very well written with an end to want the next chapter to read.
Undiscovered Porn Star (Short Story) - 6/10/2012 10:41:38 AM
A fetching story of one adored and then used, an always agonizing fall. The harder to recuperate from. Thank you for sharing it here.
Undiscovered Porn Star (Short Story) - 6/9/2012 4:20:03 PM
Mary Shelley, the so-precious author of "Frankenstein," a timeless gift of an author, as you are, Kimberly, equally masterful, equally transformative, and as much, breathtaking, and seemingly for you, she wrote:
"I do not wish women to have power over men; but over themselves."
God bless you....I wish for much joy in your precious, precious life..
My life as a white, female drug dealer(A story of hope)-chapter one (Short Story) - 6/6/2012 5:13:46 PM
How I became a writer (Short Story) - 6/5/2012 9:16:40 PM
We are writers...we are writers...we are writers...
no face (Short Story) - 5/29/2012 5:01:45 AM
I love this beautiful tale...in fact, in many ways, I lived it...my incredible soulmate and I have shared equally magical moments, two precious people...in the moment...nothing else mattered...not even identities..
These are the moments that define who we are, and truly, are never forgotten..
Magnificent work, Kimberly.....you are a remarkable writer.....and obviously, human being...
Your Ego has no Halo (Poetry) - 6/13/2012 10:07:16 AM
Slam dunk poetry. Read for a while, but it's not my style.
Your Ego has no Halo (Poetry) - 6/13/2012 2:28:02 AM
to be manipulated like this is sorrowful and your words express that well.
I ate a memory (Poetry) - 6/12/2012 11:35:00 AM
The only thing I recently ate was a tooth cap. And that wasn't a dream, it was expensive.
I ate a memory (Poetry) - 6/12/2012 1:46:49 AM
deep self introspective here, well done.
Stuck in a Tickle (Poetry) - 6/8/2012 4:58:31 PM
A very emotion provoking write, I am sure it was wrenching to write. I hope it will help some who can use the help.
Stuck in a Tickle (Poetry) - 6/8/2012 12:25:58 PM
So personal and powerful! I hope your tickles are over.
Stuck in a Tickle (Poetry) - 6/7/2012 9:15:01 PM
thank god, for pillows ...
Stuck in a Tickle (Poetry) - 6/7/2012 5:52:11 PM
Not all men are sick f**ks
No woman is a toy
To seek and destroy
One day a man won't be a sick ploy
There is one hero
Who'll adore you forever
Someone for joy with
Someone silly clever
No more alone
No life as a stone
Where all pain will slip away
Where love conquers the unknown
Trust that one love, love
Your happiness's destiny's finally come home
After the ecstasy, the laundry (Poetry) - 6/6/2012 8:03:58 AM
Hammered and Heavened by the past..
It's been said that nothing lasts
Perhaps, but an indelible truth,
We are a tangible proof
We're a product and a craft
A foundation for an ecstacy
No matter how we're crazy
For when you least expect it
True love is most respected
And if a little lucky
Lost dreams do at last come true...
Another Yesterday (Poetry) - 6/5/2012 4:08:37 AM
thank you for sharing...
Another Yesterday (Poetry) - 6/4/2012 12:40:13 PM
A very revealing write.
Another Yesterday (Poetry) - 6/4/2012 6:27:56 AM
keep going day by day you will win.
Another Yesterday (Poetry) - 6/4/2012 5:33:56 AM
racing in rearview mirrors
love has spun me 'round
bent on special moments
winged and left the ground
escape no more I'm bound
true love the only answer
in you and life I've found....
The rusty school fence (Poetry) - 6/3/2012 1:47:04 PM
I have no power, that much is true..
I see not a dominatrix, but a precious Spring flower...
The world of us consumes so much
Then casts us aside...
Just know a one truth, m' love,
A life for this one simple man,
Your magnificence provides...
Lights Again (Poetry) - 6/3/2012 1:43:57 PM
Keep them coming.
Lights Again (Poetry) - 6/3/2012 1:39:17 PM
A precious little flower, stepped on and misused, needs a precious little light, my friend, a little less bemused, a precious bit of water, and love, and no longer used, and for a few of the ones who love you, so much, a simple kiss muse...hfilusm...
Permanent Stitches (Poetry) - 6/3/2012 8:04:57 AM
Quite a cab ride!
Premature Termination (Poetry) - 6/2/2012 8:29:32 AM
I love your writing, Kimberly..never tire of any of it, and for me, a life long goal to be as tremendously unique and special in how I write and of course, as creative
Permanent Stitches (Poetry) - 6/1/2012 8:38:12 AM
With no external restraints, (seemingly) your mind streams uninhibited as you create these colorfully imaged poetic vignettes. A flow of consciousness that is reminiscent to me of (bits and pieces of) James Joyce's work. Yours is a fresh and unpretentious voice threaded with a palpable wittiness.
"why do we always look less intelligent
from a reflection bouncing up?"
Kimberly, it's gravity enhancing the 'Homo sapiens neanderthalensis' in our features. (-:
Peace to you ... richard
Permanent Stitches (Poetry) - 6/1/2012 3:57:59 AM
This is a perfect example of your genius. An exquisite piece I adore. I hope to be as incredible a writer.
Thank you so very much for sharing it....
I surrender into you (Poetry) - 5/30/2012 8:22:17 AM
What a loser I am...can't stop crying......
As an english major for ten years, a student of the masters, whether writers or artists, as long as I remember, I always dreamt what it would be like to know, befriend, even adore them, those all too often tortured souls, but unmistakable geniuses...now I know what it's like.....
Someone I use to know (Poetry) - 5/29/2012 10:45:19 AM
Yes, there is definitely a song in someone that you used to know.
Someone I use to know (Poetry) - 5/29/2012 6:31:31 AM
couldn't stop reading this, thats good, self inlicted injury is tyhe worst to recuperate from, heres luck and wishes.
Someone I use to know (Poetry) - 5/29/2012 5:14:12 AM
In my world, with my own lover.......even if she hurt me that deeply, a pain, I know, one could never fully escape, like all trauma, I still couldn't live without her...unless, of course, she know longer wanted me.....
wonderfully written kimberly.....
Droplet (Poetry) - 5/28/2012 9:52:21 PM
It's near impossible to put into words how much I love this remarkable poem, and yet, Kimberly does it all the time, spins magic with her words...
Drumstick (Poetry) - 5/28/2012 9:48:52 PM
My teacher, my muse...no longer confused..
My life suddenly makes sense...no more pretense, what a joy my life's become, for this precious soul and tearful rainbow...Kimberly
I never thought this day would ever come my way...for you see, for all my life I had a vision, never knowing why or understand enough for ambition..but then one day, not long ago, my life changed forever when I first read her written glow...not smoke and mirrors, but a place of real tears, for there is no precious, selfless soul such as she..the person who brought me no fears...the world to be changed forever, I now know..
Drumstick (Poetry) - 5/28/2012 8:03:51 AM
It looks like this rap has covered life and song. Not to my taste, but I get along.
Droplet (Poetry) - 5/26/2012 12:53:45 PM
I have seen that woman, and you have described her perfectly. This is quite a tour de force of a poem.
Droplet (Poetry) - 5/25/2012 8:58:04 PM
. Erin Kelly-Moen
O my thank you so much, I am in the beginning of publishings books and completely insecure LOL your words mean everything, thankyou
Droplet (Poetry) - 5/25/2012 5:55:45 PM
Brava! I absolutey loved this piece, Kimberly!! I always yearn for droplets. This line excelled:
one that would save her for the next hour
gluing her shoes to keep her soul
Each line carves her 'out' of Life, and 'in'. Wow, I'm exhilarated and exhausted here, and sad. Great writing!
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Droplet (Poetry) - 5/25/2012 9:52:30 AM
a riveting, verging on gut-wrenching, waterfall flow of cerebrations (with subtext that seems autobiographical) depicting starkly, in my mind, a singularly dispossessed soul secretly desperate to overcome her demons. Your penniless hardened protagonist is aptly evoked (IMO) with: "she could not be penetrated, not even by nature" and "gluing her shoes to keep her soul". A poem prevailing with absorbing images and substance! Enjoyed!