Harper Lewis

Joined July 2025

179 stories

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I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction might have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈

MA English literature, College of Charleston

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Job. Content Warning.
"Check out Job—he’s got it going on, and he loves me with everything he's got.” God looked over the top of his beer with a smirk.
By Harper Lewis18 days ago in Fiction
Love. Top Story - February 2026.
That first night: the laughter, the music, the love The first date: the music, the poetry, the moon The road trip through a hurricane, my yoga pants ruined by rain, the Violent Femmes, and that morning at the Hirshorn, the Rodin
By Harper Lewis20 days ago in Poets
The Veep is a Hatfield
I heard a rumor: There’s pig-swindlin’ Hatfield blood running through Vance veins
By Harper Lewis20 days ago in Poets
Glowafter
before the snow got dirty, you loved me, wrote my name in cursive on the lining of your soul when you gathered all the courage in the galaxy next door,
By Harper Lewis20 days ago in Poets
Denied
First, it was the big fight the first night Daddy grilled steaks at the new house, the one that ended with him driving to Savannah to walk on the beach, able to leave, the scent of charcoal lingering
By Harper Lewis20 days ago in Poets
Paradox of Stasis
Scarlet staccato sunlight stiletto stabs my eyes Tattooing through trees, a tap dance on a hardwood floor The rhythmic beat reverberates through me
By Harper Lewis20 days ago in Poets
Constructive Criticism
People always say they’re open to constructive criticism, but they usually mean they’re open to praise. It doesn’t take much pride and ego swallowing to accept praise; even Donald Trump can do it. However, constructive criticism may need a grain or two of sugar going down.
By Harper Lewis21 days ago in Writers
He’s a Tramp
Like everyone else in the States born in the seventies or later, I grew up on Disney animated films, and I have some favorite songs from some of the films. First and foremost is “He’s a Tramp” from Lady and the Tramp. It was so unexpected, a jazz number in the middle of a culturally inappropriate Disney film. We won’t talk about the cats in this one; we’ll save that for The Aristocats.
By Harper Lewis21 days ago in Critique
Smoldering
the fires down below burn without shoveling coal eternal embers
By Harper Lewis21 days ago in Poets
SuperBlow
Bad Bunny, Kid Rock: keep them at each others’ throats while we rob them blind
By Harper Lewis22 days ago in Poets
Summer Dreams
ribbons of eighty-five unfurl under my tires, scrolling through South Carolina, back through my roots, climbing the thick, wooden trunk: sturdy, girth-invested, all the way up into my branches, finally leaving.
By Harper Lewis22 days ago in Poets
Impromptu Road Trip
What a day! Patrick and I drove to Atlanta today to see Jamie, and we stopped aling the way to get a chair from Dwight and have a drink and a bite with Amanda. What’s amazing about this is that Amanda and Dwight are both, separately, friends from my teenage years. Jamie and I were in first grade together and partied together in our early twenties. This was Patrick’s first time meeting each of them, which was super cool for me.
By Harper Lewis22 days ago in Writers