Biography of David Harris
I was born in England, but raised in Canada until I was fourteen. I came back to England where I now reside.
I started writing seriously at eighteen, firstly with songs, then drifted into writing poetry, short stories and finally novels. About six or seven year ago I gave up writing all together. It has only since joining PH in January 2007 that I started writing again thanks for the encouragement I received from a lot friends up here.
In 2006 I was awarded an Outstanding Achievement Award from the International Society Of Poets for my poem Faded Love Letters. The first award I have ever received for any of my writing. The poem has now been include in several anthologies including one on CD. I awarded the same award for a second year in 2007
I am at the moment waiting on tender hooks hoping that my Literary Agent can sell my latest novel for me.
I also belong to a western re-enactment group, hence my nickname Dodgy Dave the Vicar. You will find some of the crazy things I get up to under Dodgy Dave Tales by JoJo Bean, my official PH biographer and good friend.
Recently I began a collaborating with JoJo Bean and Meggie Gultiano under the title of JoJo Bean, Dodgy Dave and Meggie Gultiano. Although each of us are friends and live thousands of miles away from one another we have managed to transcend the miles to work in perfect harmony with one another.
David Harris's Works:
Just Beyond The Sunset and other poems
published by lulu.com Available now from Barnes & Noble, Amazon and other bookshops.
Pussy Footin' (A volume of childrens short stories)
published by lulu.com and available in Internet shops.
David Harris Poems
Someone waits for me
Just beyond the sunset
Lies my destiny
How can we expect them to respect us
If we can not respect someone’s beliefs
How can we expect them to respect ours
A star fell from heaven
Into my arms last night
seems to be getting on top of you,
stop and look around,
give someone a little hug
Some very narrow to get through
But whatever road I travel
It always leads back to you
Like a lighthouse on a stormy night,
that shines bright for ailing ships,
to steer them to a friendly port.
I need a light to guide me,
to her awaiting arms.
A guiding light to lead me safely,
to her open door.
That I may end my search,
with love warmth evermore.