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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Spring
Lonely clouds wander, sundrunk daffodils laughing yellow as the sun
By Harper Lewis25 days ago in Poets
Sam’s Stories. Content Warning.
Sam texted Lila, asking if he could call. Of course he could—Lila always took Sam’s calls. He asked about her writing, which had become lucrative since last time they fell apart. Sam’s divorce wasn’t even final yet, he already had a new girlfriend, and he was reaching out to Lila. Could be a recipe for disaster.
By Harper Lewis25 days ago in Filthy
Lent
purple veils seductively strewn over every cross in town, like Mardi Gras did a striptease home from Bourbon Street, earning those beads the hard way,
By Harper Lewis25 days ago in Poets
Oxymoronic
light is heavy shadows illuminate sweetness acrid bitterness bliss excruciating ecstasy devilish delight wicked wanting
By Harper Lewis26 days ago in Poets
Gimme. Content Warning.
Fuck a god who only comes twice. Give me a goddess, a real one who rises every spring, looking forward, always, to going down
By Harper Lewis26 days ago in Poets
Uncrushable. Content Warning.
When does a secret crush become Dangerous ? Can crushing be invasive? Sexuality sabotaged into someone else’s Fantasy
By Harper Lewis26 days ago in Poets
Tactile. Content Warning.
my skin is silk, supple, slubby in the right places, pink as a promise, holding me together, sun bronzing me into goddess status not statue
By Harper Lewis26 days ago in Poets
Drawn That Way. Content Warning.
Have you ever been naughty for its own sake? Why not? Is there something you were told not to do, maybe concerning your own body? My answer to questions one and three is yes.
By Harper Lewis26 days ago in Writers
Angling
I fell so far so fast, spiraled out of control, lost myself in you, a thief in the light, appearing like a god or some apparition,
By Harper Lewis26 days ago in Poets
Cathedral
I didn’t understand that you couldn’t live in a cathedral, needed lower ceilings; you never understood that our love couldn’t live in a house
By Harper Lewis27 days ago in Poets
Remember
Every minute of every moment tattooed inside my bones, light cursive script no one sees I feel you read it, moving your lips
By Harper Lewis28 days ago in Poets
The Class that Kicked my Ass
The most difficult undergraduate course I took was Linguistics, and the most difficult graduate school course for me was History and Theory of Rhetoric. The language of language was difficult to learn; it’s dense, it has its own symbols. Diagramming and scansion are only the tip of the iceberg. Gaining a basic understanding of inflection and the difference between inflected and uninflected language was an easy threshold, as were consonance and asonance (we’ll go in-depth with those very soon). When we got down to phonemes and their meanings, I was out of my depth. I’m returning to the text now, hoping to gain passage through thresholds previously impenetrable.
By Harper Lewis30 days ago in Education