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To the 25 people who are following me and the other 225 who drop by occasionally. I have linked this blog with a Facebook page where you can learn a little more about the Illiterate poet and interact more freely with me and I with you.

I would also love to learn a little more about you so please do follow,

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Ehh… Hello

I never did this HELLO WORLD post so here it

 

Welcome to my head.

I grew up in a tiny place in North Dublin. A fishing and farming village that boasted a population of three hundred souls when I touched down in 1964. It hasn’t grown hugely since then. The people, characters and places of my mostly happy childhood are the root of much of the writing.

Ber and Rou

I married Ber, my childhood sweetheart in 1986 and she has been good enough to stay with me since then. We have had 3 wonderful kids. Shaun was born in 1983 and we lost him in 1995 (The single worst day of our lives) Adam is 15 and Rou is 3. We are a loud, opinionated and mostly happy family. The kids are inspiration for some of my writing.

Dave

We live on a small (Tiny) Farm and lose money yearly chasing a passion for breeding and production of sport horses. I have worked in various roles including Assistant Farm Manager in the Cape RSA , Taxi Driver in Cape Town, Tour Guide all around Ireland, Truck Driver anywhere the road took me and the list goes on. I owned my own successful business for twenty five years. I am now a full time Dad and happy to be exactly that.

Other life experience has been the ground from which other work has sprung. Under  MUSINGS  you will find an eclectic mix of the rubbish that daily fills my head.

Loughshinny North Co Dublin

I am at this moment the best version of me that I can be. I have been better and I have been worse. But I am happy with the person I am. I write every day but I only edit occasionally so much of what you see on this blog will be rough. I prefer to chase ideas rather than chase perfection so when an idea lands I run with it and whatever my “troubled mind” churns out is what I post. This is an imperfect way to do things no doubt but the writing is honest and reflects my mood on the day, it just makes me a little harder to love.

I Hope you enjoy some of what you find here and I look forward to making more friends and being inspired by the wonderful writing of other.

Cheers

DaveK

Writer’s Bio

Born in the middle of the revolution
too young to protest or partake,
I expressed my approval by rebelling
against my mother
who dropped me off in Temple hill
on her way to a horse show somewhere.

I spent ‘65
the year of ‘Stop in the name of love’
giving the nuns some lip
and managing to get myself adopted.

By Nineteen seventy (At the age of six)
I was big already,
finished six foot six.
A bold child with mad eyes,
known for temper and occasional flair.
ADHD and dyslexia went undiagnosed,
I suppose if they had known
I would have had an easier ride.

Grew up a farm kid,
kicking hard in the dirt of north Dublin,
green land and fertile earth.
A father who kept me well-grounded
and a Mother who ground me into the dirt.
ADHD and dyslexia went undiagnosed

I finished second level education with little distinction
stumbled into Agricultural college where I collected,
in eight months of doing little,
a gentleman’s knowledge of the rudiments of farming,
charming place and a diploma to grace my wall
and that was all.

Farming was a bust, though I tried.
South Africa was grand, a land of sun and plenty
but politically unstable in nineteen eighty six so I left.
Denmark was next.
Loved Copenhagen,
the rest was flat, flat and flat,
bugger that so I left. ADHD went undiagnosed.

A Career of twenty five years in transport,
coast to coast and pole to pole.
Managed to build a company with a sizable turnover.
Gained grey hair and lost quarter of a century,

I started writing when I was eight,
the dyslexia was a problem
but as it hadn’t been diagnosed,
I didn’t know and wrote anyway.
Short stories, poems, a novel even, all lay unpublished,
some unfinished. ADHD hadn’t been diagnosed

I married Ber (Bernadette) in nineteen eighty five,
we have been together since
have survived the death of one child
and the lives of two others.
We are still in love and still dance cheek to cheek.
Fifty two years have passed since Temple Hill,
life hasn’t scarred me but living has, thankfully.

Oh and ADHD and Dyslexia have now been diagnosed.
It make a difference I suppose.

~ Dave Kavanagh