Harper Lewis

Joined July 2025

293 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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Cypress
The persistence of the current, flowing around my ankles, rising to embrace knees, hips and thighs, slakes the memory of a dry desire,
By Harper Lewis5 months ago in Poets
Ode to Circe
You did it with style, after their eyes devoured you from the table, lingering on your lovely braids and serpentine hips as you poured and sprinkled extracts and herbs,
By Harper Lewis5 months ago in Poets
Raveling
I. Penelope's Lament Three years’ procrastination undone by one pair of loose lips, a thousand nights wasted, my chaste fidelity
By Harper Lewis5 months ago in Poets
Sonnet
This ancient drum, pounding anew samples the past into a fresh song, where old melodies and original rhythms belong, melting down my core, forging me into something new.
By Harper Lewis5 months ago in Poets
Calypso’s Grief
How did she bear it, watching him leave her, choosing to take his chances against Poseidon over lording her bed? Did she gaze out at his diminishing form until
By Harper Lewis5 months ago in Poets
Not Waiting
I’m not waiting until I die to haunt you. My ghosts need practice for all of the others who will never be allowed to forget me, so I’m putting them to work
By Harper Lewis5 months ago in Poets
Gardenias
On the other side of the creek, dense foliage rose from the bank, thick woody branches cloaked in dark green leaves tangled and interlooped with each other in an indecipherable riot of ochre and emerald, white flowers crowning it here and there in a burst of fragrance. Gardenias.
By Harper Lewis5 months ago in Writers
Cassandra
What good is all of this knowledge when no one listens, warnings collapsing in the hollow caverns of deaf ears, omens ignored
By Harper Lewis6 months ago in Writers
Icarus
Your dad said the same thing dads have said ever since there have been fathers and sons: Don’t go hotrodding. Like all sons,
By Harper Lewis6 months ago in Writers
Bathing
I sit, cross-legged, while the water flows in, my belly reminding me to go to the gym, my breasts reminding me that gravity is a law, and the water rises, deliciously warm, maybe even hot.
By Harper Lewis6 months ago in Poets
Empty Afternoons
This miasma presses itself down onto me, into me, hazy humidity collecting in tiny beads on my face, on my back, threatening to join forces,
By Harper Lewis6 months ago in Poets
Rogue
Every other driver on the road is in some version of your car, reminding me that I’m not your passenger, asserting your indifference,
By Harper Lewis6 months ago in Poets

Harper Lewis

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Cypress

Ode to Circe

Raveling

Sonnet

Calypso’s Grief

Not Waiting

Gardenias

Cassandra

Icarus

Bathing

Empty Afternoons

Rogue

Achievements (6)