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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Ashes, Ashes. Content Warning.
”I see you’ve been emailing Lila.” “What?” “Give me your goddamn phone.” “There’s nothing on there.” “I know. I read Lila’s instructions for covering your tracks in case ‘that army of bitches puts their heads together.’ The army of bitches put our heads together. When you finish explaining exactly how long you and Lila have been fucking, you can pack your shit and get out.”
By Harper Lewis15 days ago in Fiction
The Painted Dress
It felt good, smearing terrible words in primary colors on the sacred garment, no longer pure and hanging in my closet. Tonight will be the first night without it, after I put it in the fire of cedar, sage, palo santo, ash, willow, frankincense, myrrh, and sandalwood. My fire will be so fragrant the gods will come down from heaven to make shadows with it.
By Harper Lewis22 days ago in Writers
Another Night. Content Warning.
Another Night The American soldiers were on the radio when I left with the baby. The last thing Hashim said to me before he left was for me to take the baby and walk between the rivers as far as I could, hopefully to safety, when I heard the American soldiers on the radio. If we make it to Syria, we will officially be refugees. The American soldiers play a song on the radio that says that someone must have kicked me around, that I don’t have to live like a refugee. They are right, but they forgot to say that I don’t have to stay.
By Harper Lewis22 days ago in Fiction
