She hangs around hedges and tangles in old men’s beards, not caring what she wears; she’ll be there...
Current Project
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Obsession – Poem by Rona Campbell
The hush, the slush of we wheels, then the sound of a distant wise voice, ‘don’t touch the...
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Insight – Poem By Rona Campbell
Who cares what fabric dreams are made of when reality dresses up in such fantastical clothes. In...
