Valiant Scribe
A literary hub giving voice to the voiceless by retelling the human experience

The groundhog does not see his shadow today but I give you mine for the number of springs we missed together. Buds will open in this...

The neurotic phrasing of the African dreamers, Flies up to the sky And suddenly intertwines, Like the flight of swallows, Watching from...

They say they can’t say her name because they can’t prove if she was murdered on tribal land or not. They say they can’t say her name...