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On Spec

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Author: Sanjeev Sethi

Sanjeev SethiJanuary 22, 2018

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On Spec

written by: Sanjeev Sethi

Out-front, he goes nineteen
to the dozen without accep-
ting it. He believes until he
utters a definite yes it’s No.
How does one update this
blow-hard, 44 plus thriving
film director, producer, chat
show host: earthlings live
on suppositions?

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Sanjeev Sethi

Sanjeev Sethi is the author of three well-received books of poetry. His most recent collection is This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015). His poems are in venues around the world: 3:AM Magazine, The Curly Mind, Novelmasters, Sentinel Literary Quarterly, Morphrog 14, Your One Phone Call, Indefinite Space, Serving House Journal, Experiential-Experimental-Literature, The Penwood Review, Right Hand Pointing, Otoliths, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.

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Position - May 9, 2018
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