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The Garden Statuary

UBC's Undergraduate English Journal

Are you an undergraduate student at UBC? If so, please consider submitting to The Garden Statuary! Accepting prose, poetry, visual art, and academic writing on English literature and language.

2022/23 SUBMISSION DEADLINE:
Friday, October 21st 2022

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By : admin November 29, 2018November 29, 2018

“The St. Leon Wind Farm” By Alex Day

We pulled off the highway / because I didn’t know how to turn / the windshield wipers on in my grandpa’s truck[…]

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By : admin November 29, 2018November 29, 2018

“lunch” By Lidia Cooey Hurtado

dollop of sour cream […]

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By : admin November 29, 2018November 29, 2018

“An Acknowledgement” By Jake Clark

What you don’t know doesn’t hurt you / But what you won’t know always will […]

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By : admin November 29, 2018November 29, 2018

“A/S/L?” By Esther Chen

tonight i posted in the subreddit community r/ama and called it ‘im stoned and i have a broken heart AMA’ […]

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By : admin November 29, 2018November 29, 2018

“[you bug me]” By Jia Yue He

just a few months ago you were a worm[…]

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By : admin November 30, 2017August 19, 2018

“Untitled” by Koby Braidek

My lizard brain knows it’s beer he’s sipping. Instinct. But soon can 
and person become indistinguishable—metal and beard, the leather face beneath, his stony
 eyes […]

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By : admin November 30, 2017August 19, 2018

“elsewhere” by Amanda Wan

summer has a way of making me feel small and hard. everything that hurts does so more slowly. somehow i become my migraine […]

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By : admin November 30, 2017August 19, 2018

“When Fishing With A Can Of Worms” by Shivangi Sikri

Go fishing. Open your can of worms. Stick a hook in the “I promise” note, dated 7th September ‘16. Cast the line. Go deep. Reel it in. Remember the first note she asked you to sign. Remember how […]

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By : admin November 30, 2017August 19, 2018

“things that fall” by Christina Daudlin

(january) snowflakes you for her and me for you (february) confetti made of tiny hearts (march) cherry blossom petals […]

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By : admin November 30, 2017August 19, 2018

“Begat” by Brenna Goodwin-McCabe

Boiler maker blood popper beat scraper button pusher Badland butchers sourcing downcast trudgers — publicize powerhouses […]

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By : admin April 5, 2017August 19, 2018

“Upon Arriving in Takoradi” Poem by Joy Gyamfi

I remember nineteen ninety-six, when I had chubby fingers and chubby toes,
and a heart so whole I had no idea my family was breaking.

I remember the suffocation of humidity; sharp claws around my neck, fucking me slowly.
I tasted the salt in my sweat as it dripped […]

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By : admin April 5, 2017August 19, 2018

“Gin Hip” Poem by Mariah Lynne Dear

This street
makes her cry.

“On my seventh birthday
I was holding an ice cream cone,
and I dropped it.” […]

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By : admin April 5, 2017August 19, 2018

“Rookie” Poem by Joy Gyamfi

I’ve never been in love, yet you seem so familiar
I’m scared I’ve said too much, I’ve never opened up
I know it’s weird, cause we just met, but there’s something about you
I’d like to hold your hand and kiss your cheek beneath a summer moon

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By : admin April 5, 2017August 19, 2018

“Zayn Malik Leaves One Direction For Me” Poem by Tess LeBlanc

Zayn Malik tells Harry, “Look, she’s the only thing

that got me through the touring years, and now

I have to be with her.” Zayn Malik calls me a tempting

animal. Zayn Malik knows he had the best voice […]

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By : admin November 30, 2016August 19, 2018

“Mr. Pither’s House” Poem by Jennifer Irvine

Wizened red cedar siding fades
into neighbourhood at the end of my laneway
as subtle as a home after a house-wrecking party.
I walk through decades of tiny moments with
my eye only on his basement window […]

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