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

This woman who shows me her lovely fifteen-year-old face, polished nails bright red, and the green eyes of a 1985 National Geographic cover.

Today a smoky haze hangs over the trees drapes the fields Wildfires from Canada dropping down on the wind and I think again of Maui...

I sit on the trees in the middle of the nights, Looking at the stars and northern lights. I see in the dark, the reality of life;