As Jim hits the road once again
we will keep you posted on his whereabouts.
Please email poetry, photos, stories et cetera to
& we will share them here.
04 December 2014
Love, Ida Rose Chapman
Sitting in my car alone, outside of Gulf of Maine books, propped against
the steering wheel. Hearing my father's voice read me this poem. I
close my eyes, (how many times in as many days), and there he is.
In me. All along. Of course.