Rona Campbell Current Project

Obsession – Poem by Rona Campbell

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

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

“You must understand waves must land somewhere. Listen to what they say. Think yourself lucky, to be breached...

River Dee’s Dead Poem and Fine Art Photography By Rona Campbell They are laid out to die, cold...

Poetry by Rona Campbell

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