Harper Lewis

Joined July 2025

227 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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Potholes
You’d never presume to tell a river it can water only one tree, has to choose wisely and stay there, become a lake supporting boats, maybe just a pond, or worst of all,
By Harper Lewisabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Drinking Beer by a River
Isn’t that why we live here, to drink beer beside rivers, take walks in the woods, have deliciously decadent sex outdoors, dance to live music, eat fresh and local, climb mountains and swim in lakes and rivers, enjoy cocktails on porches and in gardens, drive to the beach?
By Harper Lewisabout 3 hours ago in Humans
Tortured
There’s not much to it— anybody can do it. AA, BB, CC, and so forth Couplets paired without worth. Meaning brutally divorced from sound,
By Harper Lewisabout 23 hours ago in Poets
Earrings . Top Story - April 2026.
April truly is the cruelest month, especially in Augusta during the first full week, breeding dogwoods and azaleas into dreams of a green jacket on Sunday. I won’t go into it about badges; suffice to say my family received. I was dating some loser the year I was twenty-two or -three, and I was taking him to the Par 3. At least I was until the night before.
By Harper Lewisa day ago in Writers
Tiaras. Content Warning.
I was really good at being a teenager. I can still do it, be crazy in love, maybe with myself, maybe with my youth, less visible than last century,
By Harper Lewisa day ago in Poets
Lovedrunk. Content Warning.
You’ve got me lovedrunk again, spinning tales of our love, flights of fancy, revenge fucks, and all of the passion we’ve always had. It feels distilled, filtered through limestone into the clearest sparkle.
By Harper Lewisa day ago in Writers
Splashdown
It feels so different this time, your return to me. How many worlds have we burned down with our insatiable desire for each other?
By Harper Lewisa day ago in Poets
Cypress Grove
How long have we lingered this time, here among the cypress, river flowing through me, hawks wheeling. The lazy dragonflies
By Harper Lewis2 days ago in Poets
Reconstruction
You’ve got me listening to Fables again, no doubt Van Halen is on the top of your playlists, my heart in drum solos, you stroking
By Harper Lewis3 days ago in Poets
Titillated
These flights of fancy color my world in bold brushstrokes of eroticism, lush sensory details about textures and flavors: rich rough reds, deep velvet chocolatey greens,
By Harper Lewis3 days ago in Poets
Sixes and Sevens
Light years of memories, each distilled in a potion of its own: one summer night, I tossed pairs, trying to lose at strip poker
By Harper Lewis4 days ago in Poets
Falling
I don’t have to jump out of airplanes. This freefall through the cosmos hasn’t landed me yet, though I’ve crashed all the way
By Harper Lewis4 days ago in Poets