By Sanjeev Sethi Collectanea of ache beetles over sleep. Interludes weigh on sense and spirit by bringing to light alethic notions that are often neglected. Pitchpersons of probity own channels that trot out truth. Some peck at their plates, scrunch and swallow bones, others unfold orts and oddments. Both are heritors of heartbreak.    Sanjeev Sethi is … Continue reading Slumberland


By Sanjeev Sethi   (1) My excitations impatient for expression, in your mussitations find meaning. The peripheral always gets me, yet I allow it to attenuate me with its sensations. (2) You unlock the gates where your inmost gadflies exhibit outcomes of Dutch courage. In our little parliament there is no slot for Dorothy Dixer. … Continue reading “Empire”