Thursday, 19 May 2016

A poem by Sanjeev Sethi


Sublingual secrets are minacious:
Of them glissading
as scuttlebutt is imminent.
Never dread the locus
of your confidentialness.
Be on the qui vive for palsy-walsy
carriers of the gravamen.
It’s always the squealer’s failing,
specious to censure provocateurs.

The recently released, This Summer and That Summer, (Bloomsbury) is Sanjeev Sethi’s third book of poems. His work includes well-received volumes, Nine Summers Later and Suddenly For Someone. His poems have found a home in The London Magazine, The Fortnightly Review, Allegro Poetry Magazine, Solstice Literary Magazine, Off the Coast Literary Journal, Hamilton Stone Review, Literary Orphans, Crack the Spine Literary Magazine, The Peregrine Muse, Otoliths, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Section 8 Magazine, and elsewhere. Poems are forthcoming in Sentinel Literary Quarterly, Ink Sweat & Tears, First Literary Review-East, Meniscus, The Open Mouse and Drunk Monkeys. He lives in Mumbai, India.

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