To everyone who made our 13.1 winter issue of The Garden Statuary possible: we thank you from the bottom of our hearts and we want to congratulate again all our contributors for their amazing work this term! With 28 prose, 39 academic essays, 48 poetry, and 4 multimedia submissions, it was a definite challenge selecting
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About Our Team
Thank you again to everyone on the TGS team for making this issue happen! Here is our team from the 2023/2024 year: Co-Editors in Chiefs Amy Ng is a fourth-year studying English language and literature and minoring in Anthropology. When she isn’t obsessively reading fanfiction, you can find her listening to kpop, gaming or lamenting
About our 13.2 issue + contributors
As the year rolls to an end, we couldn’t be more thrilled to have had such a great term for The Garden Statuary. Again and again we were delighted, awed and challenged by our peers’ submissions. Out of the 43 poetic, 20 prose, 12 multimedia and 52 academic pieces we received, it was no easy
Malcolm’s Things
Prose by Annabel Smith Art by Alex Hoang The blue dress was hanging on Lizanne’s wall across from her bed, the floaty one with the gathered waist that she’d worn to Mia’s wedding a decade or so prior. She would have to take it to the tailor and have it let out a touch if
Overreaching Animals: Hateful Hybridity in Spenser’s The Faerie Queene
Essay by Katy Lau Art by Natalia Mohar Spenser’s The Faerie Queene has its fair share of typical animal-human hybrids. From Error, to Duessa, to the transformed men in the Bower of Bliss, its pages overflow with human characters that are physically part animal or strongly associated with animal motifs. The hybridity of these characters
Three Sisters of Glencoe
Photo by Hana Dekker This photo is of two of three mountains named “The Three Sisters of Glencoe,” taken during my time in Scotland, from August-December 2023. The three mountain peaks (one is not pictured here) are named Beinn Fhada, Gearr Aonach and Aonach Dubh. The photo was taken during a 12-and-a-half-hour day tour, during
Sostén esto por mí (Hold this for me)
Poetry by Nicolás Serrano de la Paz Art by Alex Hoang Sostén esto por mí Antes te ofrecí un dedo.O unos varios.Pero ahora te ofrezco mis ojos.Para que no salgan lágrimasy no pueda ver tu sonrisaescondida o tus ojos escapados. Y te ofrezco mis manos(incluyendo mis dedos)Para que no me puedaaferrar a ti. Para queno
love poem
Poem by Stella Xia Art by J. Sassi x. epilogue / asshole, she scoffsno no mom i’ll still write him a love poemit is not a matter of merit you seebut of memory, or what remains after skinbecomes tissue paperand kneesa bird’scroaking under sterile sheets at least i was recklessearnestloudjust what he loathedjust what i
The importance of music to Black identity and the vitality of ownership in determining music’s significance in David Chariandy’s Brother
Essay by Audrey Kruger Art by Adri Marcano When discussing White supremacy, many only consider the United States and wrongfully exempt Canada from the issue of systematic racial prejudice. In fact, a plethora of scholarship has been published addressing the embodied experiences of Black immigrants in Canada, including Robyn Maynard’s discussion on state-sanctioned violence and
Like All Storms Do
Prose by Annie Wang Art by Adri Marcano It was a warm night. It’d rained twice today, once in the early morning and again in the last hour. It was still drizzling when they’d left the restaurant, and no one had brought an umbrella. Sol had seen everyone into their cars, propped her arms up
“Thus conscience does make cowards of us all”: Deleuze’s Societies of Control and the Desire for Autonomy in Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
Essay by Hana Kovar Art by J. Sassi Guil: Wheels have been set in motion, and they have their own pace, to which we are… condemned. Each move is dictated by the previous one – that is the meaning of order. If we start being arbitrary it’ll just be a shambles: at least, let us
Belladonna
Prose by Amaruuk Bose Art by Adri Marcano It has been eight hours and twenty-seven minutes since I killed Nathan and you still haven’t texted me back. This isn’t unusual—you’ve gone without texting me back before, sometimes for hours at a time when you’re busy, but never this long. And never after I’ve killed someone.
The Fool
Prose by Lorelei McEwen Art by Natalia Mohar Disclaimer: This piece depicts the world through the lens of an autistic protagonist. It is my intention for this piece to foster understanding and acceptance of both autistic struggles and strength. This portrayal is based on my personal experience as an autistic person and may not ring
weaving
Poem by Vidushy Avasthi Art by J. Sassi I weave my memory of people from threads they leave behind. The gas station next to their bus stop, silent car rides after driving tests, rum and cokes and gin and tonics. All the little things, everything we ever laughed and fought about, tucked in a pattern
Bad Gateway
Poem by Spencer Lee Art by J. Sassi I’m malfunctioning at the pool with my kindergarten ex-girlfriend listening to the humdrum whir of the air conditioner. She has a brother I’ve seen on Grindr; she gets me, I’ve assumed. We’re discussing the merits of Uber fees over DUI charges and all the tall