Standing in the Middle of the Road

WACHAPREAGUE CALLING He gets a little antsy when winter says goodbye and the weather grows warm; and before long we see that "wish-I-were-there" look in his eye. Wachapreague calling.

From the quiet little fishing town of Wachapreague, Virginia, nestled along the shores of the Chesapeake . . . to Delaware, and the drifting sands of the Eastern Shore . . . we have the first poetry collection by author Mary Emma Tisinger.