Harper Lewis

Joined July 2025

214 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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Why the How
a million memories, azaleas, camellias, and dogwoods. Wisteria. fragments of who I was, who you thought I was, who you were, who I thought you were.
By Harper Lewis5 days ago in Poets
Jaywalking
I jaywalked to the police station this afternoon with a copy of my book for the sergeant who had mercy on me when I tore through town
By Harper Lewis6 days ago in Poets
Troy
They lie in the gutter, declaring themselves queens of things nobody wants, pointing fingers skyward, frigid accusations: if they could, they would
By Harper Lewis6 days ago in Poets
Survey
Has anyone ever painted you, soft brushstrokes of watercolors, wet like a tongue or a piece of freshly cut fruit? Flavors and textures foreign to your palate dancing undisturbed by teeth,
By Harper Lewis7 days ago in Poets
Plain Planes
They say this can’t be love, it’s too episodic for them to understand that depth always matters more to me than breadth (or even breath).
By Harper Lewis7 days ago in Poets
Soul Mates
A church and a bar, an ivory dress and a white t-shirt. Lightning struck twice, engraving them in me, the one who always returns
By Harper Lewis8 days ago in Poets
Text and Subtext
Haiku of Now challenge results were released on Friday. Haiku challenges are easy winners’ page reads, but good grief, the judges had to slog through over 1300, minus the ones that were disqualified for not adhering. A couple of mine probably fell into that pile—if you read beyond the blurb, it was a very specific challenge—no past, no reflection, no past tense, no interpretation—just a lived-in moment. Some of mine reflected or interpreted, may have even had a past tense verb somewhere.
By Harper Lewis9 days ago in Writers
Chess
This was my father’s chessboard. It isn’t all I have left of him: I have a vase with sand and shells from the ruins of the castle I built to return him to the ocean, in front of his favorite lighthouse,
By Harper Lewis9 days ago in Poets
A Year Later
This time last year, I was going out of my mind. Even had a bad mushroom trip on my birthday. Bad idea out of the gate, that one.
By Harper Lewis9 days ago in Writers
Sing to me!
It only comes once a year (much to everyone’s relief), but today is my anniversary of screaming into the world. Still screaming 54 years later.
By Harper Lewis9 days ago in Writers
My Birthday Toast. Content Warning.
Raise your glass to all that ass!
By Harper Lewis9 days ago in Poets
Cosmic Conceit
Suppose I hadn’t come before, never disturbed the cosmic plane by existing, never grabbed a comet by the tail, never threw stardust
By Harper Lewis9 days ago in Poets