Harper Lewis

Joined July 2025

215 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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Tangerine
I saw the gods languishing in honeyed sunlight with big tits Happenstance and the flat-chested Fates: spinning measuring
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Poets
Thicket of Thieves
A thicket of thieves purloined my letters, trampling them underfoot, into the mottled leaf carcasses strewn on the path, recklessly ravishing a rambling creek in a rain-rutted ravine,
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Poets
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 Lewis2 months 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 Lewis2 months 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 Lewis2 months 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 Lewis2 months 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 Lewis2 months ago in Writers
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 Lewis2 months ago in Poets
Intoxication. Runner-Up in The Unnecessary Line Challenge.
I'm like a martini or a really good bourbon, an acquired taste that will soothe your spirit, unless you over-indulge: I'll get you
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Poets
Brokedown Shakedown . Content Warning.
The American system is broken, badly. Our checks and balances have been hijacked by a madman serial rapist pedophile. Let that part sink in. Then look at his business records. It’s damn near impossible to bankrupt a casino, but he’s done it more than once. Trump Steaks (🤮), Trump Vodka (😵‍💫), and Trump University (🪦) were all blistering successes, amiright?
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Humans
Dust. Top Story - October 2025.
Here under the shadow of this carnelian rock, under the dead laurel tree is a handful of dust. There is no water.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Poets
Jars. Runner-Up in Craft Over Catharsis Challenge.
Jim sat in his favorite rocker, beams of late afternoon sun draped over his lap instead of stabbing him in the eyes like on Billy’s side of the porch. He twirled a lollipop between his fingers, occasionally popping it in his mouth. He’d been doing this since he stopped smoking. The young’uns didn’t remember the cloud of Pall Mall that used to shroud his face as he told his tales. The kids were playing in the yard and under the porch, out of the September heat in the cool sand, sun shining between the shadows of the slats. Presently, a grubby face appeared over Jim’s shoulder. The kids wanted to go down to the creek to play.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Fiction