
They grow in the dark, deep in the forest, so many varieties, some beautiful in colour. Some can bend your mind, some you can eat, some are toxic or poisonous. So much variety. This is my new collection of poems and songs, a collection of mushrooms that have suddenly sprung up. If you have read my previous collections you will know what to expect. Anything. Love, break-up, loss, depression, war, happiness, humour, dogs, corona virus and memories. It's all here. What do you call a group of mushrooms? A troop of course.