Harper Lewis
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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.š
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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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; itās 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 (weāll go in-depth with those very soon). When we got down to phonemes and their meanings, I was out of my depth. Iām returning to the text now, hoping to gain passage through thresholds previously impenetrable.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Education
Harbinger
Flowers before leaves Japanese magnolias tulips in the sky
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Poets
My Favorite Essay
I return to this essay each spring, scattering my ink under Eliotās. I remember Dr. Evansās shock at my love for Eliot. It seemed incongruent with my love of Mark Twain and Steinbeck and all of those early loves who stole my heart with strong voices. Eliot employs voice differently than fiction writers, and for me, the voice of āTradition and the Individual Talentā feels like the canon itself is speaking, directly to me, as if I am the recipient of a love letter from literature itself. When Wally (Dr. Evans) referred to Eliot (and Emerson and Hume) as stuffy old bastards, it was my turn to react with shock. Iām sure I looked at him like he had three heads or a tuba growing out of one ear. I feel an intimacy when I read Eliot. āJourney of the Magiā brought me to tears the first time I read it.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Writers
Cassie and Johnny. Top Story - March 2026.
Iām the kind of dame you notice. Iām no femme fatale, but you canāt ignore me, at least not until I warn you about whatās coming, then everybody ignores me. Hell, they usually blame me afterwards and give Johnny all the credit for saving the day, but my Johnny couldnāt save a seat at the movies without my help. Sure, heās brawny, but brainy? Not so much. Like that time I asked him to spot me five bucks, and he said he didnāt see it anywhere on me, and believe you me, he looked but good.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Fiction
Chance
I saw Chance the other day, slipping down a back alley, morning coffee in hand, a little worse for wear in last night's frock. Leftover mascara crumbled in the corners of her eyes that never stopped scanning the scene for those fickle bitches, the Fates. She was ready to kick their collective ass for once and always.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Writers
Completed Draft
When is a piece of writing finished? Itās a question with as many different answers as writers. For me, a work is finished when it canāt be improved anymore. Almost everything I have posted here is still in drafting (not draft; theyāre posted). Even when I think a work is finished, I read it again, usually finding something I can improve or tighten.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Critique
