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...

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

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

She hangs around hedges and tangles in old men’s beards, not caring what she wears; she’ll be there...

She hangs around hedges and tangles in old men’s beards, not caring what she wears; she’ll be there...

Iced Preserves by Rona Campbell Fine Art Photgraphy The grim grin is set in the ice; no grazing...