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I found inspiration to pen another children’s book just this morning (November 20, 2023). This time, it draws from the lives of my father, Mr. Stifford John Snow, a farmer in Coker, St. Elizabeth, Jamaica, and my Uncle-in-law, Mr. Vinrow Small, from St. Mary, Jamaica. And so, I have chosen to entitle it The Rasta Farmer. The purpose of writing this book is to pay homage to these two remarkable individuals my biological father, Mr. Stifford John Snow and my Uncle-in-law, Mr. Vinrow Small, who raised me from the age of twelve (12) to twenty-six (26) years old.

Heart Matters gets to the core of belonging with authentic truths laid out in gorgeous poetry and reflections that feel thoughtful, direct, and life-changing. This is poetry (and a poet) with purpose, to wake the listener one layer deeper than before, to shift awareness just enough that you feel a greater understanding, compassion, love, and tenderness fill you, and then move you closer toward your fellow human beings.

This is not a love poem! Can you figure out what it's about?

Sound interesting? The author thinks so too! Listen to The Seven and God and experience the compelling world of poetry.

Set at an HBCU firmly nestled into the culture of New York City, RE-SET delivers many layers of cross-cultural intrigue and a healthy dose of New Orleans’ street vernacular that brings each line to life. This soft-core Urban Lit ‘who done it’ takes the reader on a wild ride that is anything but predictable. The plot is fueled by an ego-drenched rivalry between record label mogul, Mr. Bizness and pithy NOPDs’ Detective Green. Kidnappings, fraud, betrayal, interracial romance, snakes and murder…

This book can guide you in your journey of dating. While there is no dating advice that is guaranteed to work, this book displays various realistic scenarios and examples. The captivating suggestions will make listeners anxious to try.

Tell me the story of when rain first met the ground—cold, wet, hard, sick. When drops painted the dryness in moisture that smelled of Heaven and made you choke, tell me how you touched the cold sky with tears of your own when she disappeared.