Harper Lewis

Joined July 2025

167 stories

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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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Catastrophe
I hate this damn cat feral beast disguised as gift from a narcissist
By Harper Lewis4 days ago in Poets
Yellow
forsythia blooms cascading saffron butter harbinger of spring
By Harper Lewis4 days ago in Poets
Backward Expansion
back on the highway road unfurling before me eyes in the rearview
By Harper Lewis4 days ago in Poets
Initiation. Content Warning.
*note: This is an unfinished draft of a story I’m working on for The Rule Everyone Knows. Just doing a temperature check for characterization. I’m going to keep it here until I complete the draft and finish editing it. Do not be gentle if something isn’t working.
By Harper Lewis5 days ago in Critique
When Lavender Last in the Landfill Grew
Daughter is the cruelest role, crucifying mother on either side of the solstice, breeding half-truths and lies into destabilizing psychological space.
By Harper Lewis6 days ago in Poets
Breathing Room
ceiling projectors and moon lights, rocks and incense, orbs and pillars, framed photos and fountains, tarot cards and fairy lights, forests and rivers, beaches and mountains.
By Harper Lewis6 days ago in Poets
Readers and Writers
Some of you may have noticed that I talk about readers and writers as two different things or persons. That’s because they are. Stephen King says we should write with the door closed and revise with it open, and he’s 100% right.
By Harper Lewis7 days ago in Writers
Rhyme
In the approach of serious matters, rhyme is a distraction that only clatters hollow, noisy emphasis on endings, even if it causes the middle’s rending.
By Harper Lewis7 days ago in Poets
Unrhymed
I do not like intrusive rhyme, never will, I must confess; it sends my synapses firing, obnoxiously clustered terminal
By Harper Lewis8 days ago in Poets
Rejection of Gravity
Sometimes the world is too small, then it expands into something too big, where bartenders “hook me up” by ruining my cocktail
By Harper Lewis8 days ago in Poets
Spring
Lonely clouds wander, sundrunk daffodils laughing yellow as the sun
By Harper Lewis8 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 Lewis9 days ago in Filthy