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Kate Elizabeth

Kate is a poet shaped by silence, resilience, and the unspoken rhythms of a life lived on the margins. Hearing impaired and neurodivergent, she writes from the spaces in between sound and stillness, chaos and clarity, struggle and strength. Her work is a testament to survival, not in the dramatic sense, but in the everyday persistence of showing up when the world doesn’t know how to meet you.

Against odds that would silence many, Kate earned her degree and found her voice not despite her differences, but because of them. Her poetry reflects a mind that sees the world from uncommon angles, a soul that listens deeply even when the world is loud. She crafts language that aches, stirs, and heals words that make space for pain, neurodivergence, beauty, and becoming.

In a world that often overlooks those who don’t fit its mold, Kate writes to be seen, and to help others see themselves. Her poems are both refuge and rebellion: a place where the misunderstood can rest, and where the truth refuses to stay quiet.

My stories

Lockdown

During this pandemic, We are all going stir crazy Locked indoors like criminals Staring at those same god-damn walls. I am talking to those four...

Kryptonite

Your love brought me tears, Your love brought me pain, The feelings have gone But the memories remain. You thought you could, Cage and contain me But...

A parent of two.

Sticky sofas, messy floors, telling my son not to open the door. lots of nappies, sick and stress, really can't handle all of this mess. bedtime gets...
Cherry

Second miracle

I couldn't open my eyes The pain relief made me high You can still feel everything though Things are feeling sore down below Two hours later the...

Dealing with alcoholics

This has got to be the hardest thing I have been through, as a child I didn't understand this was an illness, not just an addiction for my mother. I...

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