Harper Lewis

Joined July 2025

241 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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Arsenal Oak. Runner-Up in Roots and Branches Challenge.
It isn’t there anymore, that ancient oak, once the school logo, before the school climbed the status ladder from community college to university
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Poets
Election
i just rewatched Election, more villanelle of regret antidote; sometimes the soul needs a dark comedy with an antihero, and Election’s metahumor feeds me what I need. The tropes are bearable because they’re intentional; the way this movie makes fun of itself charms me with it’s cleverness.
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Writers
Not a Tea Party
Today might be the day to shake everything up. I’m so far off-kilter that I can’t correct myself. I’ll just take this world,
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Poets
Oops. Content Warning.
Now I’ve done it— opened the door into my mind. Are you frightened yet? The monsters don’t hide in closets or under the bed.
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Poets
Aunt Sarah Arrives
“They’re tarot cards, not devil cards,” Bridget said as she opened the box and pulled the deck out. The Devil was the card on top.
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Chapters
Unrequited
I want to lie down in sundrops and taste April in December, laze in pools of light glowing like honey, eat pomegranates and ice cream
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Poets
Eradication
She drags her eraser back and forth across the indelible lines of me, an exercise in futility; I cannot be eradicated, I linger, standing my ground in agony while her effort increases, senseless rage tearing holes in the page, murdering the story to silence a character.
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Poets
Miasma
Jealousy slinks around deserted corners, Slithering through alleys, dropping poisonous pearls of verdigris to sink below the surface and take root, tiny snakes of jade twisting their minute serpentine bodies into every thought sifting through uncomplicated minds,
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Poets
Distraction. Top Story - December 2025.
The presence of your absence lingers on the periphery, like a leaf stuck under a wiper blade, skittering against the windshield in a frenzy
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Poets
Company’s Coming
“That witch come up right outta that creek there. I seen it with my own eyes. It like to spooked me something fierce, the way she come walking up that riverbank, with fog slipping off her shoulders all slow-like. She had weird eyes, not even a color exactly. They just looked straight through me on up the path, like I wasn’t there atall.” Braxton Hicks hooked his thumbs through the belt loops of his jeans and elbowed Jim in the ribs. “God’s honest truth.”
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Fiction
Canonized
The echoes grow faint, but you hear them soft and low from above and below, just like a saint. The whole world spinning, feels like flying through colors and drinking sound from downtown, everything blurry, fuzzy, and faint.
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Poets
Perfect Pot Roast
Everyone says they love pot roast, but most people don’t now how to make a good one. I’m here to help with that. This isn’t technically a recipe, so I’m not giving you a list of ingredients or utensils. If you don’t have a fire pit, you’ll need to visit someone who does to make a proper pot roast.
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Feast