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Thrive: A Lyric Sequence

Jill Bialosky

‘Sometimes we could not see / anything before us. That’s what it / required.’

To All My Past Neighbors

Jessica Francis Kane

‘Connections are being forged, even as we keep our distance. Let’s hold onto them in the after.’

Jessica Francis Kane on neighbourliness in the time of COVID-19.

Forest as Metaphor

John Vink

‘Trees, mostly the older and weaker ones, were toppled by the wind, dragging neighbouring trees down, just like someone contaminated by the virus would contaminate another.’

The Paternoster: A Requiem

Mark Blacklock

‘To step into a paternoster lift is to step into the circulatory system of a building, to become a part of its very structure.’


Brian S. Heap

‘She looks at her husband of fifty years, trussed up like a bewildered Christmas tree, all trailing streamers and twinkling lights, undecided about whether he is quick or dead.’

On Alice Coltrane

Ashley Kahn

‘I habitually compartmentalize, until an artist so singular and unrooted reminds me to reboot my thinking.’

Carrot Bread

Annabel Banks

‘A short story is a loose-knit sweater, a trawler’s net, where the spaces and holes are inseparable from the whole.’

Plague Diary: April

Gonçalo M. Tavares

‘Pictures from some cities in Latin America: the burning in front of the family home of the dead who are not collected by the state.’


Rana Dasgupta

‘We cherish communion, exchange and intercourse, of course, but also distance, seclusion and defence. Talk of membranes, therefore, is never entirely literal.’


Tishani Doshi

‘Even if you could walk through the corridors / of your body, you would not know which rooms / to enter, which were full of stone.’


Anita Roy

‘Under a microscope, its skin looks lacy and netted, and it is this very porousness that makes these creatures so vulnerable.’

Hold Your Fire

Chloe Wilson

‘While waiting for his faecal transplant, my husband wasn’t as fun as he used to be.’


Anita Khemka & Rana Dasgupta

‘Laxmi’s religious aura is exceptional among hijras, who do not usually reach deity status.’

Rana Dasgupta introduces the photography of Anita Khemka.


Tishani Doshi

‘We all want to be / monuments but can’t help shoving our fingers / in dirt.’