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The Hedge

Poetry by Rona Campbell

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

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

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

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

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