Harper Lewis

Joined July 2025

217 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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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 Lewis10 days ago in Writers
My Birthday Toast. Content Warning.
Raise your glass to all that ass!
By Harper Lewis10 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 Lewis10 days ago in Poets
Footloose
I’ve been here, on this rock, for over half a century, defending myself against the Trojan chorus: antistrophe erasing strophe, refusing dialogue,
By Harper Lewis11 days ago in Poets
Going to Jail for my Birthday
I’m going to jail for my birthday this year. My husband and I went out for birthday eve dinner to two of our favorite restaurants, Marelli’s in Belmont and Constantine’s in Gastonia. Marelli’s has the best bread on the planet (and a to-die-for house-made balsamic reduction. Constantine’s is the best dining experience in the area.
By Harper Lewis11 days ago in Writers
One
One look and one word sealed the deal. It’s engraved in my blood, that first look, when my eyes hit you like lightning,
By Harper Lewis11 days ago in Poets
The Norton Shakespeare
I don’t pull this book off the shelf often for a simple reason—it’s heavy, so heavy that it’s a tome, not a book, and I can look up most of the Shakespeare I need in paperback Norton anthologies, but when I need this book, there are few substitutes that can give me everything I need. I had trouble finding it today, thinking it already lived on a recently curated shelf in the room where I breathe best.
By Harper Lewis11 days ago in Writers
Indian Summer
Liar. You live for the moments in my bed? What about the hours with Tiresias, chatting along the banks of the Styxx? The all night raves
By Harper Lewis11 days ago in Poets
Mastication?
There appears to be ~confusion~ concerning !APPROVAL! See, you can’t withhold what I reject and you may as well surrender
By Harper Lewis12 days ago in Poets
League of Nations
The Lusitania, lolling on the ocean floor, is a bridge too far. Man your U-boats, pilot your planes The beaches will be breached
By Harper Lewis12 days ago in Poets
Holly Golightly
Dear Holly, You’re quite the girl, but how would you like it if began calling you Lula Mae? Isn’t that what Fred calls you? It seems only fitting that if you’re to call me Fred instead of Paul (especially creepy now that he’s dead), I should call you Lula Mae. Barnes, is it?
By Harper Lewis12 days ago in Writers
Fetching
Dear Jack, I enjoy climbing hills with you, really I do. It’s so much fun running with the empty pail swinging by its handle with each step, and the fetching of the water from the well is also pleasurable for me, watching your biceps and triceps flex as you turn the hoist to raise the bucket. All of this is great fun.
By Harper Lewis13 days ago in Writers