It is difficult to accurately describe what lies within except to say it is borne from a sometimes thoughtful, sometimes reckless, often illogical, but always imaginative, mind.

The collective came into being one dreary, wet day when, bored with the thought of housework I cobbled together a raft of my passionately written rhymes and musings, which until then had lived in a dusty cardboard box under the bed.

It certainly isn’t poetry, but it does relate to many different aspects of life as viewed through the lens of an imaginative mind.