{"id":19029,"date":"2019-05-05T08:00:59","date_gmt":"2019-05-05T08:00:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=19029"},"modified":"2019-05-05T07:23:20","modified_gmt":"2019-05-05T07:23:20","slug":"salil-chaturvedi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/salil-chaturvedi\/","title":{"rendered":"Salil Chaturvedi"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>and then death<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>and then death came and lived<br \/>\nwith us<\/p>\n<p>behind the peeling<br \/>\npaint<\/p>\n<p>in the night-whistle of<br \/>\na train<\/p>\n<p>inside light bulbs<br \/>\ndark<\/p>\n<p>between your legs<br \/>\nit curved<\/p>\n<p>around your hips<br \/>\nfloated<\/p>\n<p>lightly, under falling<br \/>\nbrown leaves<\/p>\n<p>it rested in the dark ash of<br \/>\nburnt grasses<\/p>\n<p>we learnt to hold still<br \/>\nand admit<\/p>\n<p>its presence now<br \/>\nand then.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Salil Chaturvedi<\/strong> lives in Goa. He writes short fiction and poetry. He uses a wheelchair. He dreams of setting up a permaculture farm. His debut collection,<a href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.co.uk\/Sanctuary-Poem-Salil-Chaturvedi\/dp\/1549938142\">\u00a0<\/a><a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.co.uk\/dp\/1549938142\/ref=nosim?tag=inswte0f-21\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><em>In the Sanctuary of a Poem<\/em><\/a><a href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.co.uk\/Sanctuary-Poem-Salil-Chaturvedi\/dp\/1549938142\">,<\/a> is available on Amazon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; and then death and then death came and lived with us behind the peeling paint in the night-whistle of a train inside light bulbs dark between your legs it curved around your hips floated lightly, under falling brown leaves it rested in the dark ash of burnt grasses we learnt to hold [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19029","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19029","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19029"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19029\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19133,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19029\/revisions\/19133"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19029"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19029"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19029"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}