Scribo Scribere
A Literary Blog
I am a writer based in New Jersey. I have a Bachelor’s degree from Harvard University and a Master’s degree from the University of Toronto. I have experience as a German to English translator, a technical writer, and a grant writer. In my writing, I explore myth, legend, and languages. This blog is devoted to my past and future writings. – Johanna Rodda
Month: June 2026
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The fireworks burst, to the delight of all, in gleaming shards, in patches of color, scattered in the sky, against the dark. And where light was once, there it will not be again. The light more spirit than substance. As if just impulse, upon a black night. As if not really something: as if streaks…
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She came into the cafe to meet the man she loved. Her hair coifed in a tight bun, her dress framing close her slim physique. Her makeup was on; a hint of blush lay on her cheeks, faint color of blood. Her nails were done: pink she chose, both on the nails of her hands…
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… with a backyard porch, and a dog waiting at the front door. Carefully I turned my ear, my tiny sister spouting to me hopes of what would be. A bright and fairy-tale future. … and a big space where I could ride my bike indoors, and a big pool with a big water slide.…
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In the ward, it’s “the McDonald’s counter.” But there are no juicy burgers here, no fries, no shake to boot. Here, the libations are the pills, little tablets in all the colors that be. The counter’s just waist-high, with no cover; you could jump clear over if you wanted. But who would want to do…
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In the wide café, where I sat and I sipped, I saw a man come in not at all like other men. No different was his shape. You would have known him as a man, whenever seen. But he was dressed in rags. Had a lean look about him, as if he were one more…
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Dear Friend, It was wonderful this week, to see and talk to you again. You’ll keep me in your thoughts, won’t you, as you go about your days in that far city while I ply my life many thousands of miles away? When I saw you on the corner, by our college, standing there just…
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This very night, late into the night, in my bed before sleep, after a meeting of friends, I lie keenly awake reading a book under the covers, not wanting the day to end. Because, tonight, I met someone who moved my soul. I know only his name and where he is from. All else is…
