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Larissa Szporluk

New Voices

Spring 2000

Faire Faire

By Larissa Szporluk

It comes from eternity, from its depths, its planes, the little gift called time, and enters what is ours, to be our time. The lamb could see the panorama from […]

New Voices

Spring 2000

Amusia

By Larissa Szporluk

The world is mortal. Its parts are mortal. The beach is in summer form. A girl I know is falling out of favor, like a toy, falling out of harmony, […]

New Voices

Spring 2000

Eidola

By Larissa Szporluk

Everything unreal is alike. A flying turtle, a flying wife. Whatever her needs were, unreal, alike, extremes that touch (the high, the low, the sickening and burgeoning of twilight), were […]

New Voices

Spring 2000

Leaving the Eccentric

By Larissa Szporluk

The queenfish visits the spring every spring, and she does it alone, carried away from her silvery coast, the blue drum region, carried away by the aerial ocean above, the […]

New Voices

Spring 2000

Trapeze

By Larissa Szporluk

To float you must float from within. You must not feel attached as you brush past the body you loved, an arm past an arm, an almost weightless vapor. Don’t […]

New Voices

Spring 2000

Homogeny

By Larissa Szporluk

There are light and milk and worship on us all, which is why I don’t mind if she’s spotted. Hills are just plains that rose in disobedience, how long can […]