“Growing up, and even now, I was told to keep my head down, focus on what I can do, and wait for someone else to battle the world’s monsters. And I think that is such utter nonsense. They have it backwards. I think it only works if everyone fights the monsters.”
— Elizabeth Dean
Welcome to Sennadyne Press. Founded in October 2025, we are a small press project in collaboration with Falcon Path Media, operating on the lands colonially known as Mississauga, Ontario, Canada. The press produces print material of a variety of art forms, free of corporate or state-imposed influences, with the express purpose of publishing the people’s fight.
Sennadyne Press was dreamed up in front of a public computer at Mississauga’s Hazel McCallion Library, emerging from our founding project, a protest Zine called The Telltale Rot. Since then, the idea has become much more. Now, Sennadyne Press seeks to give life to print media that reminds us all of our humanity, our personhood, in a world run by institutions that seek to scrub us sterile and redefine our nature through commodity. We are so much more than labour, or sadness, or brand icons, or algorithms. We are more than coin and hustle, more than supply and demand, more than products and producers, more than chaos by design. This press wants to remind you of the life worth living, of what it means to be a person, what it is to be alive.
“[…] The long haired Syblias and his sennadyne sword, a metal reserved for generals and lords […]”
— Work in progress, Elizabeth Dean
The name ‘Sennadyne’ was sort of always destined to be, but figuring out why was something that came later. The word is made-up and comes from an in-progress screenplay that the Editor-in-Chief is working on. Sennadyne is substandard metal imbued with lightning, and is a rare and expensive material. Naturally, only royalty and the best warriors wield weapons made of the stuff. A lowly commoner could only dream of touching such opulence. And yet, at the core of the story is a chicken farmer, Syblias, who takes up his mother’s sennadyne sword to save his people, slaying with it monsters of malice that no normal blade could cut down. So, why the name? Because of the belief:
Anyone can fight the monsters. Yes, a knight may know how to wield a sword, but a chicken farmer may take up the blade all the same. What matters is their facing down the fight, the steeling of their nerves, the honing of their skills, and their choice to step out and meet the monsters. Sennadyne Press is choosing, like the chicken farmer, to step out and meet the world’s monsters.
And we think you can do it too.
We may all end up asking ourselves at some point, “does any of it matter?” After all, we’re all each just one person. What can we do? We might see death on our screens. We might be of those who fled death for real. We might count dollars in the bread aisle. We might be holding on tight to what we’ve barely got. We might be racing against the start of the shift clock. Or we might be taking note of the blood-red sun sailing through wildfire smoke choking the sky. This world’s got plenty of monsters in it. And monsters begotten of monsters. And monsters begotten of those. Like capitalism for example, which begot the monster of homelessness and starvation in the midst of abundance. Or the monster called empire, which begot colonialism, enslavement, fascism. And what of depression, where do we place that beast? Or greed and its pipelines and wildfires and dead bumblebees? And then of course there’s the faceless entity that turns our brushstrokes and couplets into slop and calls it ‘meaning’.
Where would we even begin?
A lot of the monsters are hard to see, given that they’ve quite effectively woven themselves into the fabric of present society, so much so that a great deal of us believe their presence is not only normal, not only necessary, but has also been the natural way of things since the dawn of humankind. This is simply not true, and that fact is difficult to see too.
Enter the artist.
There is something otherworldly about the artist that may have something to do with the way art is intrinsic to the human animal. Birds sing. Spiders spin webs. People art. And to that end, it is art that has the most power to move the mountain of the soul. Art is a teacher.
This page is in progress.
