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

When the frosts of winter had ceased Its snows melted Its cutting winds ameliorated; The pain will subside Our blood in our veins no...

Years from now, sermons and wisdoms will tell of my bravery in the face of wily woman, nameless woman, thirsty for exotic drink from this...

It’s as easy as cutting a cord, to separate the mothers and children— the ones seeking asylum from gangs and violence, so desperate to flee

Written by Jeff William Acosta I. It's 9 am Sunday. Another day I am forced to wake up while I'm in the process of drowning my body in...

How quick we are to pity murderers. Not because we see ourselves in them, I don't think but because of course a white woman's perceived...

She is sitting on the edge of a mountain in the Annapurna, her face, away from the camera, her gaze focused on the Lamjung peak,

my boss is from my country of origin has been in australia for many years he owns two restaurants employs newly arrived i’m just in this...

There’s a wall off in the distance that keeps immigrants out, as well as mountains and the river. And, on all sides off their house,...

My memories of him are divided between the person here and now from the way that he was before. The multi-faces and lives of Little...

i run fear paralyses me wait for the next time watch each word i say heart-rate quickens as HE gets home trembling hard inside pain...

I never remembered him taking off his boots The way he crept to the side of the bed Pressed his toes gently on the rubber heels Sliding...

The sky is neutral, blue above, red at the edges – same for the earth, red and brown, occasional breaks for blue lakes and white snowcaps...

The forest lain out beneath the iron sky of winter Is stiffened in frost Frozen in fog The mists as chill as death wandering to the...

On a sunny August afternoon in Kathmandu, I heard the whine of sirens. Looking up from my laptop screen, I saw ambulances careering up...

. And then, the sadness came & so I braced the falling shelves, broke free the cobwebs from the doorframe. Traced my eyes from heaven to...

(—how long will you stay here —) fieldglyph stonemarker, you (—how long highwaystill & pantryfull three to a bed—five to a house...

For the collection: 'Life in the time of #COVID'. No crack of the bat or sluice of dirt As you fly feet-first into third. No dramatic...

For the collection: 'Life in the time of #COVID'. for them counting breaths in strange seclusion, in complex friendship with oxygenating...

For the collection: 'Life in the time of #COVID'. A poem in response to Youth Speaks' “Writing Prompts to Bridge Social Distance”. You...

For the collection: 'Life in the time of #COVID'. my mum is ninety and in a nursing home her main joy is the visits she gets but the...