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.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Persephone’s Library
“Perhaps Apollo and Themis could assist with getting everyone settled,”Athena raised a finger to her cheek as she spoke. Brilliant, as usual. I produced a map for Themis and the nymphs lost their foolishness altogether. What they wouldn’t give for that map.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Fiction
Autostupid
Are we becoming autostupid thanks to autotext and predictive text? I notice that Siri consistently tries to devolve my grammar and place unnecessary apostrophes in words, incorrect spellings for words that change the spelling depending on what part of speech it’s used as.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Writers
Fiction Workshop Winter Quarter 1998
I had to fight to take the class because I hadn’t completed the prereqs, and it was a 400 level class. I don’t think I knew I was pregnant yet; midterm was in late October, and I got pregnant the Monday after the Fleetwood Mac concert in Atlanta. The two friends I went with were my daughter’s godmothers at her Christening, but we fell out of touch, and neither are part of either of our lives anymore. It was also the Monday before Thanksgiving, which is another story for another day.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Critique
Birthdays Rock
Your birthday was this week, and though we’re not gift-giving close, I wanted to get you something, specifically, a really cool rock because a lot of rocks aren’t expensive, and everyone needs a lucky rock to keep in their pocket, one that nestles perfectly in the hand with a smooth surface to rub with a thumb when shit gets too real.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Writers
Snob
I admit it—I’m a snob, but not your everyday, garden variety snob. I don’t give a flying fuck what kind of car you drive, what schools your parents could afford to send you to, how much money you have/make, or what your maternal grandmother’s maiden name was. All of that shit is irrelevant to me.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Writers
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
Party at Persephone’s
My cousin and I have so much fun. I’m enchanted by her potions and powders, her power in combining them so precisely that all of her elixirs are exponentially more than the sum of their parts. It delights her that I can produce any flower, herb, or plant for her, on the spot.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Fiction
