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   Aug 21

–BROWN, Casey

(photo by Rick Wright)

Casey Brown (formerly Casey Stockard) is a very busy mother in Utah’s breathtakingly beautiful desert. She works primarily as a cosmetologist but also enjoys motorcycling, modeling, photography and various creative activities.

She is an award-winning poetess with a talent for imagery and has published three poetry collections through Middle Island Press.






Middle Island Press chapbooks by Casey Brown:


Middle Island Press Poetry Chapbook: A Time for Change by Casey BrownA Time for Change (2013)
ISBN 978-1-4675-7395-5
by Casey Brown

Savings Options: A Time for Change

Utah poet Casey Brown (formerly Casey Stockard) presents her third compilation of poetry which delves heart-first into the trials of relationships, the pangs of maternity and illness, and the joy of new love. This country verse is underlined with lessons learned and experience to pad a gentle soul’s imminent footpaths along the bumpy roads of the rural desert West. 47 pages.

(A browse upon pages 38 and 47…)

“Renew”

I open my eyes to a bright new day
I feel my soul renew
On a bed of peace and love I lay
Floating in a sky of blue

Every flower is in bloom
Each one turns to look my way
Every bird of song in tune
Contentment that a breeze can’t sway

My bare feet on a path of stone
A smile upon my face
Through this paradise I roam
Weightless in this space

“A Time for Change”

I’ve been down the beaten trail
Had my life become derailed
Watched helpless as my tower fell
Camped out in a personal hell
Searched for meaning in it all
With bloody knees I had to crawl
Everyday worse than the one before
For every reach, a burning door
I had to die inside before I could heal
Somewhere deep down I found the will
And through the angry tears I cried
I emerged strong on the other side
There was a time a smile felt strange
But now is a time for change


Surviving Myself (2011)

Surviving Myself: Savings Options

Surviving Myself is where romanticism meets reality with a clash of hope and the pangs of suffering, and with delivery of lines finely finished in rhyme. Readers who enjoyed Stockard’s first chapbook will love her second one published through Middle Island Press.



(A browse upon Pages 1 and 18…)

“Trust Your Feet”

The power you have is so large and so strong
Push that mountain aside and keep moving along
You can accomplish anything you want starting today
Just put on your boots and be on your way
If there is a task that seems too big to complete
Keep pressing on and trust your feet
They will take you anywhere you need to go
Follow your heart, believe, and you’ll know
Everything in life will come to you
If you clear a path to let it through
Don’t get down or give up if things get tough
Just put on your helmet and prepare to play rough
There is nothing in this world that you cannot do
If you’re willing to work, it can happen for you
Don’t forget to take time to stop and rest
So that every day you can give it your best
On this journey you’ll never be left all alone
You won’t have to do everything on your own
If something bad happens that you don’t understand
Don’t be afraid to reach out to a friend for a hand
Just make sure you give to others as much as you get
And help a friend out who feels down in a pit
What you do on this journey will come back around
So be sure to share all the love that you’ve found

“Escape”

Scurry, scurry little bug,
Atop the sunlit flat.
Hurry, hurry to your home
Beneath the front doormat.
Wiggle, wiggle through the crack
And flee into the dark.
Rest now, rest now, tiny bug.
Escape your marauder’s mark.



Shadowed Corner (2010)

Shadowed Corner: Savings Options

This popular collection is a combination of poetry and descriptive paragraphs that describe the struggles of sheltered innocence longing to break free, and occasionally glimpsing that freedom in the sunrise, on a horse, or in a shadowed corner of the mind.


(A browse upon Pages 9 and 23):

“Devil’s Land”

He peers at the dusty arena
With his eyes open wide,
Waiting for the earth to shake
With eight seconds full of pride.

Rawhide in his teeth
And a glove upon his hand,
He knows when the gate is opened,
He’s on the devil’s land.

“Onomatopoeia”

The raging water crashes against
The jagged cliffs.
Swish!
Away, the loosely clattering leaves
Scurry across the shaken mud.
Splash! Gulp!
The leaves are gone.

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(Casey’s chapbooks are also available through Amazon.com. Please consider writing a review on your favorite.)

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