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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

Perfume bottle

Yesterday was mixed with pure emotion I tackled my self with defence of motion I arrived as innocent as I left but the door was left unopened

A CAT WITH NO TAIL

What's that? a Cat A Cat with no tail? yes, don't touch it dear it's ever so fragile it makes a purr and meowing sound where's the owner mum? there nowhere to be found.

To my beloved

The day I set eyes on you was love at first sight, things started quickly and was a fright but later on it led to loving dreams, a baby boy and a marriage as it seems

Bereavement

Unendingly I mourn my precious mother Who told me in this letter? Not to grieve and make peace Then things will begin to get better But she is not here She does not sleep

Two Thousand and Tweleve

Two thousand and twelve, It’s been the best of my years There’s been laughter and there have been tears But above all that it’s been a bloody great year

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