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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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 Lewis23 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 Lewis23 days ago in Fiction
Harper Lewis. Content Warning.
I get a feeling that some of y’all are wondering, “Who is this Harper Lewis, and where did she come from?” I’m new here, so new that I have no idea who the “same old names” are. I know that I’m new and some of my pieces have been noticed. I’m very appreciative of that, and sometimes I post with genuine hope and confidence that I nailed it, that what I tried to convey resonated, that my weirdness doesn’t alienate me.
By Harper Lewis25 days ago in Writers
Kwitcherbitchin. Content Warning.
I’m of Northern European and Native American roots, pretty sure the Germanic folk hailed from the small hamlet of Kwitcherbitchin, eventually breeding with travelers from Fixyerfuckingrammar and Punctuateyergoddamnsentences, on the other side of the mountains, leaving those lands after some time to marry in with inhabitants of Bespecific and Showdonttell. Eventually, their descendants got on a ship, and there were some illicit relations with Concretelanguage, resulting in the bastard births of Strongverbs, Subversion, and Sensorydetail before making landfall on Literaryallusion at the mouth of the River of Alliteration and settling in Citeyoursources, on the banks of Lake Threedimensionalcharacters, in the shadow of Realisticdialogue Mountain. I am all of my ancestors and carry the maps of their native lands in my blood.
By Harper Lewis26 days ago in Writers
