Virginia Bucknell and Cassa Bassa Book Launch 7 December.
Virginia and I are having our book launch for “A Collection of Poetry and Paintings” next month in a local library. And our book will go into the library catalogue. We are both very excited.

Virginia Bucknell and Cassa Bassa Book Launch 7 December.
Virginia and I are having our book launch for “A Collection of Poetry and Paintings” next month in a local library. And our book will go into the library catalogue. We are both very excited.


Sharing my publisher Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld’s words on the launch of “Dear Heart” anthology. I used my real name “Jia-Li YANG” in this anthology because it means so much to me that every word came from the deepest part of my heart.
I still can’t get a copy yet because it’s out of stock (purchase in Australia from the American Amazon website). If you manage to get one please read it for me and leave an honest review. This will mean the world to me and my fellow writers. Thank you!
Get your copy today on Amazon
“Before computers, we wrote letters. My mother’s letters were like little novellas, several pages long. Her family members and friends loved to get her “books.” Letters from mom were heartfelt and brought tears of love. As her pen moved passionately across the pages, sometimes her clear, blue eyes would well up. Letters were her release. They were her way of expressing herself in ways she could not voice. Occasionally, she would write letters to people out of anger and then tear them up. These could have been to politicians, relatives, and those are the ones I knew about. She would express her heart’s desire, open up her soul, and pour out her thoughts.
While I did not have the beautiful penmanship of my mother, I learned that the pen was my power. Some of my letters were releases which I destroyed. At age 15, I even wrote one about the need for a doctor in our little town. The letter and story was published in the newspaper.
As a writer and a poet, I write as if my words are letters to the world, perhaps to express the desires of my heart. Other times I write to simply write.
When we do express our desires within our heart this has a way of stirring up thoughts and even action plans to make things happen. They could be acceptances of things that can’t be changed, but often are steps toward courage to make something happen.
I posed this question and requested to others: What is the desire in your heart? This is my challenge to you. I would like to read about the desires in your heart in the “Dear Heart” anthology of letters, poetry, art, photography, and whatever ways helps you express your passion.
There was a caveat to this. In honor of my mother, the expressions were to be sent to me via good old fashioned snail mail.
Now, it is my pleasure to bring to you these beautiful heartfelt responses via Dear Heart.
Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld
Contributirs: Alice Taylor, Chyrel J. Jackson, Danielle Martin, Jia-Li Yang, Jill Sharon Kimmelman, Jodi Lynn Nehring, Karen Monteith, Max H. Tomey, Nanci Arvizu, Pratibha Savani, Rebecca Herz, Richa Dinesh Sharma, Robin Klammer, Sarah Ryan, Shiela Denise Scott, Steve Anc, Terri Michels, and Zaneta Varnado Johns.
Special Shout out to Kay Doiron for the cover art and to Zan Johns for her wonderful editing skills.”

Sydney emerging painter Virginia Bucknell and I co-authored a book “A Collection of Paintings and Poetry” which was published by the Ark House.
We had our pre-sale today at the Creative Soul Market at Marrickville Town Hall. Here is a photo of us at the stall.

The book is also available online:
Ark House Press
Amazon US
Amazon Aus
A couple more reviews are in for my 1st book ‘The Scars We Don’t See”.
Please check out my Author Page: Cassa Bassa on Amazon


A couple reviews are in for my 1st book ‘The Scars We Don’t See”.
Please check out my Author Page: Cassa Bassa on Amazon


My collection of micro fiction The Scars We Don’t See is out.
Paperback:
Amazon UK
Amazon Australia
Amazon US
Barnes and Noble
Lulu
eBook:
Lulu
It started as an intention to leave something for my son to keep when I am gone (a bit morbid, I know). Then through the process of being guided by my publisher Tara and my editor Candice, to put this book together, I felt inspired by the joy a completed book brought to all parties involved. I am eternally grateful for Tara and Candice, deeply encouraged by Benjamin , without them, this book would not become a reality.
I will be posting in the next few days to share with you more about this book. I’d love you to make a purchase, read it and write a genuine review for me, which will help me grow as a writer (who just enjoys writing).
With love and respect, Cassa
I am honoured to be included in this volume. I love succinct language. Here, cheers to Susi and all the contributing writers. Available for purchase here.
I fought for you my little one
When you were too weak to defend yourself
Your future was more precious than my hardship
My love for you surpassed my fear for men
I fought for you my little one
When you looked up to me
I gathered courage to fight for injustice
I stood tall and strong with you behind me
I fought for you my little one
My beloved, when you grow up
You will not give way to fear or tyranny
You will be a man who is truly free
Writer’s notes: This poem is about the Australia State Governments pushed for mandating the experimental covid-19 vaccines in January 2022, and the everyday Australia people rose to fight for their freedom.
It’s my wife’s birthday party tonight. I took a day off to get ready, well, not me getting ready, it’s getting her and the party ready.
I dropped her off at the spa first thing in the morning, then went to pick up the party decorations, then went to the venue and set everything up. It took me four hours to get all that done. The timing was perfect though, just in time to pick her up from the spa. I told her that she looked a million dollars with a facial treatment, manicure and pedicure. Not that I could tell, but she told me enough that I learned to compliment her, one of the secrets of a happy marriage, I guess.
We were hungry so we decided to drive to the sailing club to have lunch since it’s a glorious day. I drove like a mad man in the traffic because there was no other way when you had a hangry wife in the passenger seat.
When we were about twenty metres to the T junction, I spotted a car moving out of the parking spot right in front of the club on the esplanade. I slammed on the accelerator and dashed to take the spot; I was so fixated on the parking spot, my safe driving sense became retarded.
Boom! I went through a red light, and a delivery driver on his bicycle couldn’t break in time and ran into the passenger side of the car. I slammed on the break twice as hard as I slammed on the accelerator.
The seat belt tightly restrained me from going towards the dashboard.
In great panic, I looked through the rear window. The delivery driver got up from the ground, food parcels were all over the pedestrian crossing, his bicycle was bent by the impact. Thank God he looked unharmed.
Then I turned to look at my wife to see if she was ok. She looked at me with scrunched up eyebrows, twitching nose, lips smacked close, then she raised the back of her hands to my nose, and yell,” Look at what you’ve done to my nails!”
I couldn’t help but let out an uncontrollable laugh at her serious and pissed off look. That’s her, the love of my life. She cared about the most ridiculous things, even when facing life or death.