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I have 46 stories published in one collection on the site.
My stories have been read 54183 times and 9 of my stories have been cherry picked.
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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

Motherhood

Getting restless Had no sleep Then I hear the baby weep Feed him slowly Slurp slurp slurp Then he lets out One big burp Sucking on a dummy Snore snore snore Being a mother
Cherry

Diagnose

The day I got diagnose with bipolar at just 11 years old, the doctor said you've got to take fluoxetine and I thought I had a cold.

A Story In His Eyes

It's dark out here, I step inside, Shut the door, Creeks are left behind. I hear a noise, what can that be, scouting around, but I think it was me. It is pitch black,

HAVING FUN

Fun begins when you are young even when life has just begun Flying a kite, Camping out at night, Jumping a lake, Baking a cake, Video games, Mixing up names, Stuck in the mud,

LIKE A MOTHER TO ME..

You treated me like one of your own the love and care you had, was shown you saw the potential in my eye sung me songs at night, a sweet lullabye A godmother you are by name

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