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
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How pleasant, how perfect. Even funny. You’ve got to a café, paid your money, and sit, wondering how to play the rest of your day, with a tea or else a coffee, resting on your table. Perfume from a woman nearby, and the space is radiant with the sound of people happily conversing. And you…
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Hwaet! Listen! Said the scop far back in reach of time, as he spoke before a circle, around a fire, looked toward the beginning of all, telling tales of what was before: the creation of the world, the Ancient of Days, our first dwelling, Eden, how all that had come to naught; told the travails…
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Late at night, when shapes come shifting and I wonder at ancient pasts embedded now in outward trappings, the cause of Art, my body lies blanketed, my head on a pillow, medieval tune runs through the room, Angelus ad virginem, and there stands, carved in wood, upon a high pedestal, my own, great, gray goddesshead.…
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Light for a Lost Love Because laying a light is the greatest form of kindness, I will lay a little light for you tonight. I’ve wondered long about the proper way to let you know, in your eternal absence, that I think of you still, and always will. The candle rests upon the window sill.…
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This love poem pays homage to the biblical Song of Songs. A Hart Leaping Leaving Eros’s arms was torture. Leaving yours, the whole world and all the manna of Eden. I sing of you as a hart in the hills, as a poet upon our bed of spices. You give me wine to drink and…
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This poem is devoted to all those who have lost a dear loved one. On Grief In my heart is sadness supreme, yet Nature shows me other face. On grass I look, and a stream lightly fulfilling mortal race. I write some words so as to show I am still all here below while he…
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Lesser Leaf I make my thought of this, my own volition – whereby I know, wherefore, I mean, not without a heart to seem, not too far or near away – that is what I thought to create in this, my mind most animate, and creating, verily, made my ‘verse’s merrily enacted course divorce itself…
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This flash fiction piece ponders the question of material things versus more life. How Much Is Another Moment Worth? The first piece she gave away was worth more than most. It was yellow gold, with baguette diamonds in a figure-eight pattern. It was a wrench to give up, and no doubt. She had worn the…
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This poem was inspired by a gelato shop in Toronto. Gelato Shop I am walking down the streets I’ve always walked, for sweets. Through the downtown-filtered air streaming through my bob of hair. On my tongue the great desire for flavors that will lift me higher, high above quotidian me: flavors that are bold and…
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This flash fiction piece questions whether animals know grief, like humans. What The Animal Teaches Me Sometime during the night, the bird’s nest fell to the ground. When I came out of my room for breakfast, I saw it lying on the path that snaked through the quadrangle of the college. The toppled twigs, still…
