Harper Lewis

Joined July 2025

295 stories

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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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Falling
There was a moment yesterday when the sky exhaled and a mosaic of leaves pirouetted down from the trees, spinning in graceful spirals, wafting down in gentle procession, each at its own pace, unconcerned with the others,
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Poets
Camping
That deep slow thick sweetness Rich like caramel Breathing like stolen kisses in parking lots benind bars, the heat of memory burning
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Poets
Follow
I suppose it wasn’t fair for me to expect you to catch me when I fell so far so fast. I imagine it was like trying to catch
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Poets
Last Night
Went drinking with Randy last night– woke up in a jumble, the jazz silences I bought with my snooze button reminding me it was worth it,
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Poets
Three of Swords
A few cards are following me, jumping into my hand every time I touch a deck. After all of the calamity (thank you, three, for the warning),
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Poets
Sewage
I saw you float down the aisle in your Disney princess gown (and veil)!, noticed the omission of “speak now or forever hold your peace,”
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Poets
Letter to my Daughter
You have a choice to make here: are you going to continue the cycle, or are you going to break it? Keeping your son away from me hurts him; there’s no question about that. I thought you were being hurt, and I was trying to protect you, not punish anyone when I kept your grandfather away from you. I have said that I was wrong and I am sorry, but there was never any malice involved.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Humans
Going to Work
The time has changed, and once again I drive into the sun on my way to work. Sometimes I take the interstate, sometimes the other highway,
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Poets
Maybe
Maybe you never felt it all the way I did. Maybe I imagined the electricity and fire crackling out of my fingertips into your skin.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Poets
Sunday Drive. Top Story - November 2025.
Today was the last day of Indian Summer in Western North Carolina, land of mountains, rivers, and trees. I wanted to make love out in nature, under the birch, oaks, and pines,
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Poets
Leaving
I hear the fairies dancing in the wind among the trees, this autumn wind filled with scraps of crimson and gold, gentle wisps of color wafting down as if in a dance, slow pirouettes ending in demi pliés on blades of grass glowing green as if for the last time, ever.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Poets
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 Lewis2 months ago in Poets