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Prairie Schooner, and Verse Daily. In 2017, Saddiq was a finalist for the Brunel International African Poetry Prize. He lives in Lincoln, Nebraska where he is currently studying for a PhD in English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln.
INTRODUCTION
As a writer, dedicated to a life of writing, reading nudges you to invest a profound relationship with books which shows up as a deep level of respect for the writer’s effort, since the toil of producing a work of art is one that you relate with intimately. This also trains us to see the world through another’s eyes, since we are constrained to the limitations of our perspectives, and thus the world becomes a medley of varying stories that we acknowledge to be legitimate since we’ve now experienced it in the writing of others. Traveling is a way to see the world, reading is a way to travel while staying put in your comfort space without the physical fatigue of the violence of having to move your body to the spaces you want your
First thought: Thom Gunn, âThoughts on Unpackingâ. âI realise,â he ends, âthat love is an arranging.â No sooner thought, I think of another, cracking conclusion: âThe world might change⦠Change as our kisses are changing
without our thinking.â And then I think of âBreakfast Songâ, another Elizabeth Bishop poem weâre lucky to have in print. Of Derek Mahonâs âMonochromeâ. Of Seamus Heaneyâs âSkunkâ. Even Matt Healyâs âSomebody Elseâ (as good as Dylanâs âIdiot Windâ).
âTo My Wife at Midnightâ, Grahamâs best. âSleeping alone together,â he looks at her beside him, asleep in her âlonely