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J.D. Casey IV
Poet, author, editor & publisher.
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I found an awesome bit of family history today hidden away in the hall closet. I may have posted something about this in the past, but not with the article and pictures. This was my grandparents' home before they passed and a lot of their stuff is still floatin' around. It's a collage with photos of the baby Barn Owls that my grandpa found in one of his hunting stands. Now, my grandpa was a tuff and grumpy old man, and he didn't show emotions a whole lot. He was a war vet, had a short temper at times, and didn't take any shit from anybody -- the whole nine yards -- but the end actually made me tear up. Never judge a book by it's cover, my friends. He actually took me to feed those owls a few times...great memories. 

I hope you enjoy this small glimpse into the Casey legacy.
Peace & Pot,
James Dennis Casey IV

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     My ears perked up when I heard Keitha say, "Baby Barn Owls." The call was from Mr. Jim Casey in Necaise, MS. Mr. Casey had been observing six baby Barn Owls in a deer stand on the 800 acres he manages and he hadn't seen their parent in three days. 
     I called Jim that night and the next morning I packed all the necessary tools -- gloves, pedialyte, tube, towel, box, -- and Bill and I went to Necaise.
     Jim was working on the tractor as we drove up the long drive to the house. As we started the two-mile trek to the deer stand, Jim related to us all the wildlife he sees as he makes daily runs to check the property. 
     On his runs he began to see an adult Barn Owl fly from one particular stand. It would perch in a nearby tree.
     One day, noticing the window in the stand had been broke, Jim stopped to check on it. Inside the stand he found five eggs. The next day there were six. 
     Jim didn't bother the nest again, but continued to watch. Then one day, then another, the parent owl didn't fly from the stand. Jim decided to investigate and found six baby Barn Owls from 28 to 35 days old. That's when Jim called WRANPS.
     Once the owls were rehydrated, we returned them to Jim. He dedicatedly fed them for almost two months until they learned to hunt on their own. 
     On a visit befor the last owl left the nest, we were given the great honor of seeing the last female fly from the stand. (She even christened Bill).
     Jim, a big, burly guy, not the kind of person you'd expect to have a big heart for Barn Owls, has now agreed to take our most recent baby Barn Owl under his wing. 
     I've got to tell you how encouraging it was to meet such a conscientious member of our species. 
     I hope our relationship with Jim Casey is a long and meaningful one, because he's a rare breed indeed.

by Marilyn Bowes McQueary 
photos by Marilyn Bowes McQueary
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Ballad of Children Under the Moon
by J.D.C.IV

"Six rounds of hellbound sound echoing off the bricks in the promised land."

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Ballad of Children Under the Moon
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Happy New Year!

Mad Maxian
by J.D.C.IV

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I would like to thank Svetla Vasileva from Love Booklet for reaching out to me and conducting The Best interview I've ever been asked to do! I thoroughly enjoyed these questions, most definitely NOT your typical cookie cutter interview! Infinite thanks, Svetla!

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I have a new book published by +Cajun Mutt Press titled Isomorphic ! This is one fine looking book, people, please consider picking up a copy from Amazon Books...

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Always an honor to have work published at Outlaw Poetry, infinite thanks to Monsieur klaus!

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I have a new one up at The Piker Press today! Enormous thanks to the editor, Sand Pilarski, for publishing my work...

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Climb Back To That Branch

sometimes i can measure the distance
between planets using pareidolia
like some kind of galactic Sherlock
with a cock bigger than John Holmes
living a life measured in inches not
days listening to the blues to live
not exist because who cares what the
future brings anyway when the past
is the best of us wishing i could
climb back to that branch of the tree
but it's on fire now and i'm too tired
but rainbows still tell me secrets from
time to time and i still see things in
the eyes of that child i once was cursing
drunk at a Zulu parade in New Orleans
watching the spiders and moths make love
down Pirates Alley under hobo blankets
smelling all the piss mixed with booze
and Cajun food and incense and the river
wind and heartbeats all intertwined as
one just like the planets and i when my
eyes decide to work right opening voids
so i can step inside roadtripping through
the universe to revitalize these old bones
and turn in my quarterly reports to the
alien wizard owls that have been following
me around since birth waiting for me to join
them and my mother on their ship behind
the dark side of the moon but i still
have work to do so i just keep on pushing
that envelope further and further forward
never straight until I am ready to ascend

©James Dennis Casey IV 2018

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morning brings
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the Jinn
for everybody

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