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
Salt Lines
(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
#cassaquote – 48
Money is the best way to eliminate friends.
Bubble Sky
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
Prayer and Financial Support Needed
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
Retreat
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
Beauty in The Falling
Our dreams have fallen at some point. It bruises us. Dreams get buried and forgotten most of the time. Occasionally, something picks them back up like the wind blows the fallen leaves, they take fly again and reveal once more how beautiful and enticing they once were before they touched the ground and got trampled on.
Anniversary – The Scars We Don’t See
My collection of micro fiction The Scars We Don’t See has been out for a year. I have no idea how many copies have been sold and how many people have read it. If you are interested, get a copy now.
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.
With love and respect, Cassa
Autumn Is Eatable
I taste the autumn colours
The crisp of lime
The zest of lemon
The sweetness of peach
The uncertainty of tangerine
And the unexpected quietness of dragon fruit
Some Short Poems Published on Susi’s Blog
Safety Or Anxiety It’s getting harder to murder someoneand get away with itCitizens feel safer It’s impossibleto keep any secretswhile the tech giants are watching The anxiety of being stalkedis real The Chapel She wore a black dressto his funeralOutside the chapelthe wind shook the pear blossomscovering her hair and backShe walked that walk againwearing a wedding veil […]
Jia-Li Yang (aka Cassa Bassa)
Flicker of Thoughts 