You might not know what I’m talking about when I say soul screamers. Maybe you’re not one of us. I certainly haven’t met many of my fellows, but when I do, I know it. Something inside me clambers for that person, wants to tell them everything about me. My soul hears their soul screaming and screams back. I have imaginary conversations in my head (other languages have a word for this), and I kick my feet through the chalk lines between imaginary and real, creating an opaque no man’s land, a foggy, boggy marsh that threatens to suck me under if I linger too long. I belong in my imaginary world, but sometimes reality dumps me out of it into the mud of everyday drudgery, and I have to slog through all of this oppressive opaquity to see clearly in my world.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
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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I use chatGPT (and sometimes Gemini) to create the images to accompany my pieces. It’s not a cop out—it’s work. I painstakingly give my prompts, drawing on my knowledge of Art history, mentioning specific artists and paintings for references, clearly explaining the aesthetics and techniques I want employed, and sometimes it works beautifully, and I get images that work well with my pieces. Sometimes it happens in the first draft, like this:
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Can I live in your world?
I belong in my imaginary world, too! Fantastic imagery.