Harper Lewis

Joined July 2025

174 stories

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I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈

My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.

MA English literature, CofC

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Beachy
I like the way the sun spills across the sand, wet, down by the tide line where the laughing edges of what’s left of the wave after it breaks
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Poets
Echoes
I carry my dead with me everywhere I go. Their voices don’t fade, they speak, clear as a bell, like when my aunt told me to get my river house and we saw it that day, made an aggressive offer, and live in it now.
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Poets
Cardboard Soul
Finally exhausted of arbitrary demands, the ultimatum came to the table, slouching, like Yeats’s beast on the way to Bethlehem,
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Poets
My Fictional Negligee. Content Warning.
Before I prepare my bed of words, I dress myself up in my fictional negligee, feel the supple butteriness of the silk spilling down from my shoulders,
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Poets
Bitched from the Start. Top Story - December 2025.
That’s the hard part, becoming objective. That’s why Dr. Evans made me write in third person. He said I was self-indulgent when I wrote in first person, overly charmed by my own voice and words. I’m also guilty of wanting to tell a story because it’s mine.
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Writers
Arsenal Oak. Runner-Up in Roots and Branches Challenge.
It isn’t there anymore, that ancient oak, once the school logo, before the school climbed the status ladder from community college to university
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Poets
Election
i just rewatched Election, more villanelle of regret antidote; sometimes the soul needs a dark comedy with an antihero, and Election’s metahumor feeds me what I need. The tropes are bearable because they’re intentional; the way this movie makes fun of itself charms me with it’s cleverness.
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Writers
Not a Tea Party
Today might be the day to shake everything up. I’m so far off-kilter that I can’t correct myself. I’ll just take this world,
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Poets
Oops. Content Warning.
Now I’ve done it— opened the door into my mind. Are you frightened yet? The monsters don’t hide in closets or under the bed.
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Poets
Aunt Sarah Arrives
“They’re tarot cards, not devil cards,” Bridget said as she opened the box and pulled the deck out. The Devil was the card on top.
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Chapters
Unrequited
I want to lie down in sundrops and taste April in December, laze in pools of light glowing like honey, eat pomegranates and ice cream
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Poets
Eradication
She drags her eraser back and forth across the indelible lines of me, an exercise in futility; I cannot be eradicated, I linger, standing my ground in agony while her effort increases, senseless rage tearing holes in the page, murdering the story to silence a character.
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Poets