Biography of Larisa Biyuts
Lara Biyuts (aka Lara Biuts, Larisa Biyuts) is a Smashwords author of 14 books of fiction, writer of the RevueBlanche.blogspot, collage maker for her book covers, translator, who signs her translations as Larisa Biyuts. Her novella A Handful of Blossoms is 2012 Rainbow Awards Honorable Mention. Her works are accepted for anthologies: Cat’s Cradle Time Yarns (Time Yarns Anthologies) , Authors off the Shelf (Lazy Beagle Entertainment) , Of Words and Water 2014 (Words and Water group supporting WaterAid) , Hope Springs a Turtle, The Black Rose of Winter, and Greek Fire (Lost Tower Publications) . Her old tale and poems are featured on TheHolidayCafe.com (2013) . Her poetry is on the monthly eJournal The Criterion (April,2014) . She is a Goodreads librarian.
Larisa Biyuts's Works:
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Shadows Calling https: //www.amazon.com/dp/B01MF94810
Pride, Prejudice and Undead https: //www.amazon.com/dp/B01M9IRQJS
Disharmonie harmonieuse https: //www.amazon.com/dp/B01AS2D9RA
Autumn in Springtime, Springtime in Autumn https: //www.amazon.com/dp/B01MTPI8HL
Larisa Biyuts Poems
So, the sky is broken- the melting splinters in branches of trees. People crumble into the snow, and the silence
I. Like a grayish translucent cloud, like unshed invisible rains, purple mists of your murdered desires
Out Of The Life
'I fortuned in an evil hour to come to the City Larissa...' (from THE GOLDEN ASS by Lucius Apuleius. Tr. by William Adlington)
Play With Us
The play of hues beckoning outside. The gloaming’s purple, nearly sanguine- the autumn covers aren’t sanguine yet bold. The yellow tinted vogue is kitschy:
Caught In The Toils Of Autumn
Hours, days, weeks rustle after; the amber blizzard rushes after, throwing dead leaves onto my face. Caught in the toils of autumn,
To draw black glass, to play the hubris and sublime, to paint with chalk of words the expanse over.
I felt someone come. It’s opaque sense of someone’s presence. I expect, you are reality? Speak nothing
Primrose Path, In 2007
O white September with blue eyes, you smell of coffee that I spilled today at lunch. It was my agitation. You and I are satisfied - today.
Autumn Mood In October,2006
One more nameless autumn; October betrays you again now with the rain now with a glimpse of the sunlight.
Autumn Poem Written In 2006
Take other train. Be like a wind. Don’t care about a ticket, for the golden leaflet is in your hand, and your past will catch you up
A Virtual Life
Ashes and flowers; some poetry; the frigid truth of autumn bonfires; the sad magic; the magic sin; the artificial paradise; the graphic laughter.
I felt someone come.
It’s opaque sense of someone’s presence.
I expect, you are reality?
even though you are reality!
You can’t say anything equal to the moment
when I felt your presence.
Maybe, you suppose I’ve heard you approaching?
But I’ve heard nothing of the kind.