Harper Lewis

Joined July 2025

213 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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Persephone’s Ascent . Honorable Mention in The Sonnet of Shadows Challenge.
Everyone awaits the goddess of the flowers, spring fever throbbing through mortal bodies, greed for love, ravenous desire to collapse in spilled seed
By Harper Lewis6 months ago in Poets
Waves
I believe people should get a proper send off when they leave this world, so I say my farewells on the beach, with castles made of sand and flying colors in the sky. My dad’s send off was my second one doing it my way, rather our way— I said goodbye to Elizabeth in the sky from the sand; I said goodbye to my dad in the sand and water.
By Harper Lewis6 months ago in Chapters
Last Sandcastle
My dad taught me how to build a sandcastle on the beach at Tybee Island. We dug a trench in the sand to serve as a moat before the castle, which resembled a lighthouse.
By Harper Lewis6 months ago in Poets
Building Birds. Top Story - September 2025.
Images bombard me, phrases running around in my head with no place to land and rest their beautiful words and images, the jigsaw puzzle
By Harper Lewis7 months ago in Poets
Shadows Dancing
This ancient drum, pounding anew samples the past into a fresh song, where old melodies and original rhythms belong, melting down my core, forging me into something new.
By Harper Lewis7 months ago in Poets
Memory
Memory is such a strange land with all of its different colors, textures, and languages. There’s a swamp over here,
By Harper Lewis7 months ago in Poets
The First Day
The first day you reclaim yourself is the best. The weight of those invisible chains falls away, and the cloud of grief breaks into animals
By Harper Lewis7 months ago in Poets
So it Begins
October 14, 1929 The careless, unfinished stitches unraveled as Nicole’s camel cashmere coat swung in time with her kitten-heeled steps beneath her tweed pencil skirt, and the hastily-crafted knot of despair slipped out of the lining and tumbled onto the floor of the New York Stock Exchange without touching her, instantly kicked and trampled underfoot, gaining momentum as it traveled through the room, cursing everything it touched.
By Harper Lewis7 months ago in Fiction
Swimming
He hit me with those eyes, a thousand lifetimes deep, and I took the plunge into an ocean of ideas best left alone, dove down into a cavern of fathomless pressure,
By Harper Lewis7 months ago in Poets