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)

Living on Struggle Street

It’s a day

Without the sun

Slippery wet

Smells mould

My chest

Screams fear

Of another attack

The soup kitchen

Is five blocks away

I rather battle

Stomach acid

Than the cold

My baby’s looking at me

Wide eyed and whining

It sucks

To be poor

Sick

And a dog owner

Simple But Impossible

In my dream

We grow old together

You bring me a cup of tea with trembling hands

I ask you to go for a walk with me

And you still say no

Changeable

Sometimes memories stay anew like pure quartz while other times are like crumbling sand

Desire

The autumn wind combs the sunlight into golden locks

Resting on his heaving chest from a satisfying afternoon nap

Her chestnut eyes crackling in the fire of longing

Such desire, too wild to tame

Are They Really Spare Rooms?

Almost 58,000 families and individuals are waiting for affordable housing in New South Wales, Australia.

They are sleeping in their cars, in their family or friends’ couches or garages, in tents in parks, in cardboard boxes on park benches.

How many vacant properties are there?

How many spare rooms are in our homes?