
Pink blossoms whisper to the suntanned mosaic street
without disturbing the cat’s siesta
under the blue and white island breeze

Pink blossoms whisper to the suntanned mosaic street
without disturbing the cat’s siesta
under the blue and white island breeze
Via Cola di Rienzo
an iconic thoroughfare
runs from the Vatican City
to the River Tiber
There stands a tree sculpture
It witnesses the tourism driven prosperity
and Roman workers’ everyday struggles
I name this piece of street art ‘Pain’
Standing on the esteem
of a general and statesman
Watching the ancient ruins
and civilisation beneath
The gull is the most free
ruling the modern atmosphere
over all prominent figures
and architectures
stretching from the Colosseo
to L’Altare Della Patria

I bottle the sunshine at Trevi Fountain for you
hoping the bitter cold melts at the corner of your mouth
like a child savours a limone gelato
(A Collab with Bree)
The train tracks line the destination to a constrained world
where girls in the workplace forever speak of Prince Charming
On the platform, the cross of reality and illusion
she sits in the cold with The Price of Salt on her lap
Her curls fall casually teasing her cherry lips
My world explodes like the stars in the Milky Way
I wonder if
her soft lips could melt my anxious desire into strawberry kisses
I picture her elegant fingers bringing fireworks in all my secret places
She raises her brown eyes across the tracks
enchanting smile lighting up the air between us
Trains rattle
daring to disturb the line between us
Before she disappears from view
Her lips mouth words I can already taste on my tongue…
‘Find me’
and with a flash of steel and glass
I am undone
Money is the best way to eliminate friends.
Outside my window pane
There is a bubble filled sky
Perfect for a dreamer like me
Lock myself in a winter hut
Walking in the Scotland rain
My editor Candice Louisa Daquin for my micro story collection “The Scars We Don’t See” has been battling Gastric Arrhythmia for the last 8 years. Now her illness is in a dire situation. She has an appointment at the Mayo Clinic on August 14 (or earlier) which is her only medical hope, but the cost to get there and receive treatment is far from her affordability.
I am asking you to support her in your prayers and in finance if you can.
With love and respect,
Cassa Bassa

Wet with the nippy April rain
Wade through the forest of blue gums
Nature’s offer feeding the rowdy musk lorikeets
Bubbly green, blue, yellow and red feathers
Cheering me on this journey of avoidance
Escape from being buried in the world ‘s clutter
Deep moss and towering gums
My shelter and refuge