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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Learning
Sarah pressed the Hierophant card into Bridget’s hand. “Start with this one since you had a strong reaction to it.”
By Harper Lewis28 days ago in Chapters
Painting the Dress
I’ll do it in red, with my hands and fingers. No, not a scarlet letter, crimson words. A letter only gives one sound. These words:
By Harper Lewis29 days ago in Poets
Beachy
I like the way the sun spills across the sand, wet, down by the tide line where the laughing edges of what’s left of the wave after it breaks
By Harper Lewis29 days ago in Poets
My Best Work
I’ve seen that others group their top stories/winning pieces into one post, and I have learned how to do that. Very proud of myself, so forgive the vanity post.
By Harper Lewis29 days ago in Writers
Echoes
I carry my dead with me everywhere I go. Their voices don’t fade, they speak, clear as a bell, like when my aunt told me to get my river house and we saw it that day, made an aggressive offer, and live in it now.
By Harper Lewis30 days ago in Poets
Ritual de lo Habitual. Content Warning.
Winter ritual? Whatever. Y’all go ahead and build your fires and put glass and popcorn on a dead tree in your living room. Hell, kill an animal, have a feast, make a big kettle of rock soup and invite a creepy old man into your home while the children are sleeping. I really don’t care. I’m practicing my ritual of trying to make the bullshit go away, and no, I’m not going to decorate it and make it pretty for you. You’re in the wrong neighborhood at the wrong time of day for pretty, so if that’s what you want or need, I’ll politely request that you get the fuck out, right now, if not sooner. This island of misfit toys is not for you.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Humans
Coffee
When people ask me how I take it, I make the joke: “Like my men,” I slyly reply, winking at my husband, who has roots in County Cork
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Poets
Double Feature. Content Warning.
My husband and I had an 80s double feature last night: Heathers and The Breakfast Club, in that order. Fuck me gently with a chainsaw, bury your head in the sand, and wait for your fucking prom.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Writers
Cardboard Soul
Finally exhausted of arbitrary demands, the ultimatum came to the table, slouching, like Yeats’s beast on the way to Bethlehem,
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Poets
My Fictional Negligee. Content Warning.
Before I prepare my bed of words, I dress myself up in my fictional negligee, feel the supple butteriness of the silk spilling down from my shoulders,
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Poets
Bitched from the Start. Top Story - December 2025.
That’s the hard part, becoming objective. That’s why Dr. Evans made me write in third person. He said I was self-indulgent when I wrote in first person, overly charmed by my own voice and words. I’m also guilty of wanting to tell a story because it’s mine.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Writers
Arsenal Oak. Runner-Up in Roots and Branches Challenge.
It isn’t there anymore, that ancient oak, once the school logo, before the school climbed the status ladder from community college to university
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Poets