Harper Lewis

Joined July 2025

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I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.

I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.

MA English literature, College of Charleston

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Persephone's Porch
"Circe, for Chrissakes, put Cerberus on his leash to keep him off the porch. I don't need him dragging three sets of drooling jowls across it when the nymphs just cleaned." Persephone pulled her blonde hair back and tied it in a loose knot to keep it off her face. "I can't believe Hermes is bringing the whole famdamnily."
By Harper Lewisa day ago in Fiction
January 11
One year short of a score, we’ve been ours. I still remember the moment we saw each other for the first time. I remember seeing you see me and feeling seen in the best way
By Harper Lewis2 days ago in Poets
Ice Ice Baby
I have no idea what this is going to be, other than a reaction to a student essay I graded this morning, a personal narrative about a day this summer when she, eight months pregnant, and her fiancé went to the laundromat on a Saturday morning. They were leaving when nine agents approached them, horse-collared her fiancé, cuffed him, and put him in a vehicle without allowing him to say goodbye to his pregnant fiancée.
By Harper Lewis2 days ago in Writers
Ode to Mansplaining . Content Warning.
Sometimes I tolerate it, the mansplaining, finding it easier and less complicated to avoid unnecessary interaction with ignorant pedants, maybe
By Harper Lewis3 days ago in Poets
Where?. Content Warning.
where did it all go, the laughter, the delirious, dizzying high of perfection? Or was it? Maybe it just seemed like it to me. Maybe my perfection was your torture. We both know that your perfection was most certainly my torture.
By Harper Lewis3 days ago in Poets
Pyromania
It’s great fun, stacking the wood, weaving the kindling through the gaps in the logs. Striking the match is its own pleasure, the friction bursting the tiny stick
By Harper Lewis3 days ago in Poets
Descending into Heat
Persephone sighs, leaves the flowers behind for a pomegranate
By Harper Lewis3 days ago in Poets
Underworld
beneath sharp frost crust roots reach down into earth’s glow resurrection soon
By Harper Lewis3 days ago in Poets
Rose of Jericho
Down in a basket near the floor, under the incense at the rock shop, Sacred Corner, I noticed these tumbleweed-looking things,
By Harper Lewis3 days ago in Poets
Pancakes
My husband makes terrible pancakes, but he makes them with love, gently cracking the egg, releasing it from the shell to flow in a plasma-like state into the bowl,
By Harper Lewis4 days ago in Poets
You Want Me
I see, you want me to shrink myself down into something small enough to fit inside your puny ideas of what you think a woman should be,
By Harper Lewis4 days ago in Poets
Walking (Part 7)
When I got home, I changed out of my work clothes into jeans and a t-shirt, fed the cat, and set off for a walk by the river. The leaves were beginning to turn, and the dogwoods and Bradford pear trees looked like upside down ladies wearing red dresses in the sky. When I turned off of the road onto the path, the shade made it feel cooler, and the little patches of light coming down between the leaves of the trees were right pretty.
By Harper Lewis4 days ago in Fiction

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Persephone's Porch

January 11

Ice Ice Baby

Ode to Mansplaining . Content Warning.

Where?. Content Warning.

Pyromania

Descending into Heat

Underworld

Rose of Jericho

Pancakes

You Want Me

Walking (Part 7)

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