So Waiting Room is about rooms and waiting. And stanza, as Elee Kralji Gardiner and Thursday’s Writing Collective can tell you, is the Italian word for room. It’s nice to think of poems of houses constructed of lineated rooms (my father’s house has many mansions etc.). In 2013, I wrote a poem called “Stanza is the Italian Word for Room” about papacy and elderly relatives. It was first published in the Literary Review of Canada, then I tucked it at the end of Waiting Room and recently Geist Magazine reprinted it. It opens with a Latin quote, which I’m sure has some mistakes in it. This is forgivable, I think, since I don’t know Latin. If any disgruntled Latinists want to offer me lessons please get in touch.
Holy oldness, geist, Latin