I started this collection of poetry many years ago and it has been traveling everywhere with me. There would be times that I would write everyday and then not again for years. The writing started out as a secret; I would write things, read it, and laugh; thinking to myself “This is so stupid.” Well now I’m older and wiser and a lot less critical of myself. There came a time in my life when I felt much sadness and despair so I began writing regularly and adding to my collection. The ink in my pen, as well as my tears started flowing on to the paper like a river.

Loneliness does not mean a life of despair; it’s just a temporary state of being that serves well for you to find yourself. “Free to Love” means exactly that. I welcome you to leave your baggage locked up in my compositions and when the chapter ends, just close the book!