Gates photo by Cyrus Sie Commentary Found in one of the less-frequented streets in Oxford, England on a summer visit, something inexplicable about the sign attracted me irresistibly to it. The whole time standing there it stared back at me, each passing cyclist effecting a blink of its eye.
Stranger in a Bookstore photo by Farisia Thang Commentary He was a stranger I exchanged a few short glances with in a secondhand bookstore.
Vice and Virtue film by Andrew Pollins
Issue 1.2: About Our Contributors Stephanie Airth is a second year student planning on applying to the English honours program in April. She enjoys hiking and collects Edgar Allan Poe books and memorabilia. Genevieve Barrons is a fifth year student double majoring in International Relations and English Honours. She wrote her honours thesis on the
About Issue 1.2 . It’s been another great term for The Garden Statuary and again we were delighted, awed and challenged by our peers’ submissions. From the 55 poems, 23 prose, 48 multimedia and 29 academic pieces we received, it was no easy feat to choose the final selections that you see here. . In
Love, Ophelia poem by Chelsea Pratt Pearls mark poison. The way you shimmer, I should’ve known. The crown jewel’s love-slicked lips sucked drought dry. Did I know then I nursed madness and would I drink again? Earth’s parched cradle for a moment, wrapped around the world. No choice here, not when all narrows to you,
Praise poem by Luke Fraser The candle’s flame licks the thin cracks around the Buddha’s face. On his cheek the light shines through his gouged palm where the bullet left its wound. While the logs of his sanctuary crumble and the bamboo shoots reclaim his holy land, he sits. Waits. Prays. Behind the stone eye-lids
An Ode to Sylvia Plath fiction by Nafiza Azad “The Tongues of Hell” . We specialize in lies and silver hearts made from crystallized sodium silicate at a hundred and fifteen degrees Celsius. The hearts are liars too. With a twinge of mercury in their azure depths. We have tongues red with the raspberry
One Week Later, Dick North Died III photo by Laura Elena Tinoco Commentary This photo belongs to a series that refers to Haruki Murakami’s novel Dance Dance Dance. The image represents one of the six skeletons
“HK/Summer 2011” photo series by Maddie Gorman Star Ferry Pier, Tsim Sha Tsui Bowen Road, Home Midnight, Cotton Tree Drive Commentary HK/Summer 2011 manifested out of a deeply personal desire to preserve moments in space and time that I felt were particularly vulnerable to change. Walking around the city I grew
“Dreamweaver” photo by Beth d’Aoust Commentary This photo was captured during a winter solstice celebration in an elaborately constructed ice cave at Apex Mountain, just outside Penticton, BC. The subject, Manya, had built herself a humble sanctuary in one of the many nooks and crannies of the cave and was hosting a small ceremony for
Her Father’s Daughter: Locating the Maternal in Shakespeare’s King Lear essay by Chelsea Pratt . Opening with a jocular account of extramarital pregnancy, the language of female reproduction permeates the whole of King Lear. Despite these linguistic invocations, the maternal body remains physically absent on stage: the princesses’ mother has passed away before the action
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Baby, It’s Biological: Incest as the Human Circulatory System in ‘Tis Pity She’s a Whore essay by MacKenzie Walker . John Ford’s Tis a Pity She’s a Whore (1633) is a very bloody production. Scholars conclude that Ford uses the flow and restriction of blood to illustrate his premise that incest is the most appealing
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