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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Laundry
The sun was about halfway down the afternoon sky, and the late-summer mugginess was nearly visible. The vague hum of suburban noise lingered here and there on this hazy late July day. Susan pointed the nozzle of the hose at a withering hydrangea, fuming, absolutely certain that something was going on with Sam and Lila. She nearly tripped over the cedar stump when she put the hose back. She and Sam had the tree cut when they bought the house; it had been almost completely choked with wisteria and was a threat to the house. Susan had been more upset about losing the wisteria than the tree. The purple blossoms looked like grapes to her, so pretty in the spring sky.
By Harper Lewis5 months ago in Fiction
Walking
I've grown bored with how I walk; it's time to change my stride, quit lunging forth like a truck charging through a world engulfed in fire.
By Harper Lewis5 months ago in Poets
This Year
This year, I’m mixing up the holidays, like you messed up my head. I’m giving thanks on Halloween, bringing chocolate hearts
By Harper Lewis5 months ago in Poets
My Sanctuary
I love my bathtub: candles, crystals, incense and magical things fill my space same windowsill in daylight There’s a glass vase with sand and shells from my dad’s last sandcastle, the one I built around his ashes to give him back to the ocean.
By Harper Lewis5 months ago in Writers
Depiction. Top Story - November 2025.
Careful how you draw me— I’ll take your shabby sketch and fill it in with all of my colors and textures, flesh it out, stretch it out, make your idea of me
By Harper Lewis5 months ago in Poets
Prison
What do you do about a love that consumes you, refuses to let go, won’t tolerate a second of being ignored, leaves you breathless until you suffocate?
By Harper Lewis5 months ago in Poets
Helichrysum and a Cello
I bathe myself in cedar and helichrysum, burn palo santo and laurel, cover myself with rocks, hold a piece of lapis in my mouth,
By Harper Lewis5 months ago in Poets
Recitation
I love reciting this poem. For me, there’s a glimmer of sadness embedded in the sardonic wit, and there’s also a small epiphany within it for me, in the line “thewoman wasnot/quite Fourteen till she smiled/then/Centuries.” There’s an acknowledgment of feminine wisdom and knowledge that’s generally lacking in masculine poetry, and there’s something in her value being double that of the room. I, of course, know she’s worth much more than that. There’s also something else in that six for me outside of dollars, an echo of Persephone’s pomegranate seeds perhaps, or maybe some other allusion I can’t articulate, but this poem does what poetry should do—it makes me look at things differently
By Harper Lewis5 months ago in Writers
Phoenix Rising . Honorable Mention in Poetry of the Hunt Challenge.
The concupiscence gone you don’t remember how to talk to me or why you should, having gathered enough of my nectar to take back to your hive
By Harper Lewis5 months ago in Poets
Exhale
When the world is too much, when everyone wants too much, when no one gives an inch, the moon and I lock them out. I fill my tub, add my salts and oils,
By Harper Lewis6 months ago in Poets
Constantine’s
My husband and I went out this evening to promote me as a writer. We were planning to go to the bar at the Hilton—travelers, people from everywhere, but my instincts led us to the local Turkish restaurant, Constantine’s, first. We were planning to have their phenomenal falafel, which is an appetizer, so I headed for the bar while my husband parked the car.
By Harper Lewis6 months ago in Feast
Meandering River
A gentle river meanders through mountains, bound for the ocean.
By Harper Lewis6 months ago in Poets