We wait in our chairs
to hear our name called.
Some in wheel chairs,
Others with carers, canes,
oxygen tanks, or
neck braces. Soon my turn.
—Elizabeth Bishop, “In the Waiting Room”
Diary Entry
Is Waiting Also Living?
Welcome. Some musings on my current preoccupations with the worlds of illness and the worlds of books, the vicissitudes of living with cancer and the need now, in my eighties, to imagine what new writing might be.