Message from Bryan
Bryan Allen Casey was born in Torrance, California and he is 46 years old. Bryan resides in Lomita California with his sons, Andrew and Daniel and his fiancée Maryann Corrigan. He also has a daughter Melanie and two grandchildren Emma and Benjamin. Bryan’s mother was of Japanese descent, who after World War II spent many years in an internment camp as a young girl. His father was an artist and a graphic designer/engineer. Bryan has always shown an interest in literature from an early age. He loves music in all forms and plays the guitar. He has worked as a computer analyst for many top agencies including Kaiser and CompuServe and for the last 6 years he has been the Operations manager of Bert Meli Plumbing.
Bryan has recently begun traveling all over the USA; he has thoroughly enjoyed it and has visited Jack Kerouac’s stomping grounds and Edgar Allen Poe's home in Baltimore MD. He hopes to visit many more writers’ homesteads in the future. Bryan is a very talented gifted writer, whose style tends to be free verse; he enters the realm of old world settings and historical places to draw the reader into his work. Bryan’s works are inspirationally deep and he also does a lot of “Off the Cuff” style writing (a term which he attached to many of his challenges he ran on MySpace in the Writing community). Authors who inspire him, to name a few are Khalil Gibran, Herman Hesse, William Blake, T.S. Eliot, and some of the beat poets such as Charles Bukowski and Allen Ginsberg. It has been an honor for Bryan to be part of the band of Angels in The Diary. He is hoping to compile his poetry and short story works very soon and get published in the next few years.
About the Diary
"When Maryann told me about the diary I was floored. One was the ambitiousness of the project and two was the length of time. As I got to know you as a writer, poet and friend the soul of the project moved me deeply. I felt your love your dreams your heart and as I followed along in the diaries travels up until I met Mary and Francis when they brought the diary to our house. It was beautiful, all of the writing, how it was delivered. It was something I will always treasure. To know that I am part of something so large and the amount of heart and tears and how personal each of the writes were and the triumph and the tragedy that went into this work. Getting to know everyone at that level, getting to know Mary and Francis and to be able to call them and all of the writers that have been a part of this project as my friends has been life changing. You my friend are an angel and all of the people that are part of the diary are angels too. Thank you again for this gift you have given to me and my family it is something I will always cherish..."
Bryan Cassey
A poem by Bryan
Ado
"The city of flame"
I used to wonder
about depth
about meaning
Or was it just
preening...
Pretending truth was
A one way street
An e ticket
To ride away
Everyone's
emotions
just a thief
in the temple
A tragedy
Dropped from
the sky
Euripides...
all dried up
Skin stretched tight
Over the bones
An old crone
Withered away
With strife
That's life
The last tears
Blown away
With the flame
Ashamed...
A White candle
snuffed on the altar
The intension
Cast to the wind
Hot lead poured
In my chest
A kick in the face
My emotions
The explosion
Scratching away
At the chalkboard
The images vain
And grotesque
Without guidance
Solitary
Like the silence...
Light the flame!
A message left
In the ashes
The runes cast
On the stones
The witch ponders..
Over chicken bones
Sodom burns
In the rain
Only the silence
Only the pain...
Hangs over
the pillar of salt
Defiant in that
Final look
Ado, ado...
Kneel at the alter
Your emotions
The burnt offerings
The memories
Fleeing
from the city of flame
The palpable silence
Deafening in its singularity
Of denial
Of emotion
Stripped bare
A guardian
of the waters
Without care
Consumed on the crucible
Of our intensions....
Bryan Casey
Aug 26th, 2013
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