Harper Lewis
Bio
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Stories (127)
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Veronica . Content Warning.
“Yeah? Well, I don’t give one single cold-hearted revenge fuck what you think.” Veronica sealed her statement with a contemptuous sneer, turned on her heel and walked out. People were so fucking self-entitled and stupid, and she didn’t know how much more she could tolerate.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Humans
Never
Now I’m thinking about all the times you never saw me, when I didn’t even care. I became so me that I forgot about you, writing in my top-bound spiral notebooks on campus, on the lawn, stretched out on my blanket, barefoot, books and words and the music of the wind in the trees, friends dropping by to chat. Smoking and drinking coffee.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Poets
Why I Love Vocal
I’m fairly new here–I’ve been a contributor for fewer than six months. In the short time I’ve been here, I’ve met some amazing writers whose work really speaks to me. I’ve stumbled across magical morsels of this and that in different communities, and I’m branching out and dipping my toe in the pools of communities outside my comfort zone. I’ve learned that thoughtful comments tend to elicit a response, and most of the writers I’ve met are great about guiding me to work of theirs that they think I will like. Every little bit of kindness, every effort at community is appreciated, whether it’s a like, an insight, a comment, a reply, or recognition in the form of a top story or placing in a challenge.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in FYI
Mapping Us. Honorable Mention in Maps of the Self Challenge.
What would a map of my relationship with my first love look like? How big of a territory would it be, how many rivers, mountains, plains, valleys, beaches? What about the roads—where do they come from, enroute where? Some two-lanes became highways over the years, and some aren’t even footpaths anymore. Our topography would challenge the most talented cartographer.
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Humans
Southern Goodbye . Honorable Mention in The Sound of First Frost Challenge.
It slinks in slowly down here in God's country, that first frost. Southern seasons change softly, autumn and summer embrace like lovers, and then autumn does the goodbye ritual with the sun’s warmth:
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Poets
Saint Nobody
One night while I was in graduate school at the College of Charleston, I was hanging out with some friends from home who had also relocated to Charleston. We were at Brad and Alicia’s on James Island. Alicia and I took Geology together in undergrad, and I used to work at the jazz club next door to Brad’s bar. Fio and I had daughters around the same age, and they had attended a church day school together as toddlers. I had known her husband, Patrick for quite some time, and I hated her ex-husband, Todd, almost as much as she did, for different reasons.
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Writers
