spume

In winter storms with rolling breakers crashing against the pier and flinging spume across the footpath.

Winter meant spume of sweet potato (the orange variety as found in Iligan), oregano, bacon bits and black cod in radish puree.

Seen from the bedroom window, its branches are hardly discernible, obscured by a spume of pink flowers.

Seen from the bedroom window its branches are hardly discernible, obscured by a spume of pink owers.

xabwdot Seen from the bedroom window its branches are hardly discernible, obscured by a spume of pink flowers.

Some turtles are washed away at once, their little black-green bodies visible under the spume of the shallow waves.

North, south, east and west stretched the angry ocean, white spume ripping off the waves.

SCROFULE SALT RHEUM PALSY NEURALGIA DARTING PAINS Dear --, put a hex on me at the end, in the way only the dropsy, the vertiginous, the beat blood spume of please can cast out the water of such a spell: You'll never love again.

Ryan Jones Starter: Skate wing with fricassee of Conwy mussels, chorizo and Jerusalem artichoke spume.

Recently, as if following the lead of the global-disaster cinema of the nineties and early aughts, literary fiction has vigorously returned to global extinction in stark, biblical works such as The Road or the glop and spume of Blake Butler's Scorch Atlas.

I turned the remnant of spume hose over my hot head as I tried to shake the bits of nasty stuck stuff off of me.

There was also a pre-starter, a glug of a mushroom velout thing with a coconut spume, which it pains me to say was vastly enjoyable.

Is he aware of the corrosive effect of sea air let alone the spume of a roaring gale that can penetrate the tightest sealed areas?

The lyrical work is free to reach for the far-flung point of interest or simile, such as in the description of the Yellow Sea: aA misnomer, he thought, itas the Gray Sea, gray as a timberwolf and rabid, lying on its side, flanks heaving with forced respiration and the spume of the waves like spittle bubbling from its jaws.

The worn hill spills its gravel which is chewed and smoothed in riverbeds and sported along, burrs on the fur of currents, and with silt, shells, bugs, tracks, and spume laid in oceans.