Whisper of the Tide (Song of the Current #2) by, Sarah Tolcser Rating: SPOILERS FOR DAYZZZZZ Read More Reviews!!! Goodreads summary: Caro Oresteia spent her life waiting to be called by the river god, as those in her family had been for generations. But when she’s swept away on an adventure to save the… Continue reading Whisper of the Tide (Song of the Current #2) Review
Where do I start? I had a blast! The weather could have not been more perfect, the sights were breathtaking, the food and drinks were extremely tasty, and I recommend the Dominican Republic to anyone who wants sand, surf, and adventure. Melia Caribe Tropical All-inclusive In my opinion, all-inclusive is the way to go! They… Continue reading Punta Cana-Dominican Republic Trip 2017
the rock and sway of the boat beneath my feet, i feel like i am stick in place, a trunk to my lovely tree. the earth dances as i remain frozen; she dances as if her feet were on fire. he chases tears down with barley leaves and fermented herbs, he swallows even when… Continue reading give and take
she comes when i call her. like a ripple of waves, she returns on schedule. a cycle of hate and love, she brushes my cheek with the same hand that slapped me. the crash of waves sting but the tickle of ocean spray reminds me that your ire fluctuates like the faces of the moon.
Time to go to the ocean; The waves are calling my name And the ocean spray kisses me in welcome. The sand caresses me, devours me with each step. The water laps at my feet, kissing it's way up my thighs, my fingertips, my lips. The rush of cold water is a shock to… Continue reading Rebirth
A crashing wave fractures, splinters, bleeds a kaleidoscope of colors– a rich, poignant, dye– staining the ocean floor with myriad shades and florescent pigments– beguiling tanzanite, masteful cyan, and the pulsing heart of a ruby. An image forms, fluctuates as the sea parts into two. The lonely sailor, sunburnt and knobbed kneed, laments the Lord’s… Continue reading eyes that reflect the open sea–
I know of paradise: a balmy breeze that teases between my toes, seawater tickling up my legs, my calves freckled with white sand and phantom hands, in the form of purple tentacles, sneak around my ankles, drag me into the heart of the sea. a loud crash and a gentle fold, the lull of the… Continue reading A loud crash and a gentle fold,