Rona Campbell Current Project

The Hedge

Poetry by Rona Campbell

Click, clunk, clonk, snap, the cheesy smile and the flicker and flash, of the eyesore splash of photography....

The hush, the slush of we wheels, then the sound of a distant wise voice, ‘don’t touch the...

A dendrite tree has just been crystallised on my window. This ephemeral delicacy is free from earth’s bedrock....

The Black Ice House

Who cares what fabric dreams are made of when reality dresses up in such fantastical clothes. In...