Todd Campbell
artist, poet
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Pelicans - Poet Lore
Pelicans - Poet Lore
Mosaics | toddcampbellmosaics.com
Mosaics | toddcampbellmosaics.com
Discover Todd Campbell Mosaics' art, including new works, mosaics, drawings, and more. Explore creative pieces and learn about the artist's portfolio.
Poetry | toddcampbellpoetry.com
Poetry | toddcampbellpoetry.com
Explore Todd Campbell's poetry and published works. Discover inspiring verse and updates on his creative projects and publications.
Cataclysm - The Inflectionist Review
Cataclysm - The Inflectionist Review
The Thin Line - Pine Hills Review
The Thin Line - Pine Hills Review
Then a sudden beeping, insistent but not loud. / Is it me? plead your now wide-open eyes. Is it me,
From This Distance - Poet Lore (print)
From This Distance - Poet Lore (print)
Three poems — Elsewhere Journal
Three poems — Elsewhere Journal
By Todd Campbell I stand at the island in your kitchen, chop chestnuts and celery.
Augury- Common Ground Review
Augury- Common Ground Review
The Outline of a Body- Common Ground Review
The Outline of a Body- Common Ground Review
One Last Hike – Watershed Review
One Last Hike – Watershed Review
Bathysphere - Reed Magazine
Bathysphere - Reed Magazine
They Had Us Go Around a Detour - Pangyrus
They Had Us Go Around a Detour - Pangyrus
1. The rogue wave that washed you off the blanket, sent you tumbling across the beach with the folding chairs, cooler, sunscreen, car keys in a hiss of surf ...
How to Remember - The Ekphrastic Review
How to Remember - The Ekphrastic Review
How to Remember What is a painting but the logic of colour, the architecture of shape and line? Yet we believe in its existence— the brightness of lavender and the beautiful purple...
Group Therapy - THE SHORE
Group Therapy - THE SHORE
Slip the Knot — Bulb Culture Collective
Slip the Knot — Bulb Culture Collective
part threat, part dare.
Another Day at the Museum of Forgetfulness - Hobart Pulp
Another Day at the Museum of Forgetfulness - Hobart Pulp
Here, the days melt into one another. My mind a sieve too coarse to retain the fine grains of purpose, I wander through rooms drawn by random things— a pen without a cap, an envelope unopened, cobwebs, a mask. Too coarse to retain the
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