Yellow

blooms

By Harper LewisPublished about 4 hours ago • Updated about an hour ago • 1 min read

forsythia

forsythia blooms

cascading saffron butter

harbinger of spring

Haiku

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Harper Lewis

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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Natalie Wilkinsonabout 4 hours ago
Just brought some in to force.

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