Harper Lewis
Bio
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.š
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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Snob
I admit itāIām a snob, but not your everyday, garden variety snob. I donāt give a flying fuck what kind of car you drive, what schools your parents could afford to send you to, how much money you have/make, or what your maternal grandmotherās maiden name was. All of that shit is irrelevant to me.
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Writers
Veronica . Content Warning.
āYeah? Well, I donāt give one single cold-hearted revenge fuck what you think.ā Veronica sealed her statement with a contemptuous sneer, turned on her heel and walked out. People were so fucking self-entitled and stupid, and she didnāt know how much more she could tolerate.
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Humans
Never
Now Iām thinking about all the times you never saw me, when I didnāt even care. I became so me that I forgot about you, writing in my top-bound spiral notebooks on campus, on the lawn, stretched out on my blanket, barefoot, books and words and the music of the wind in the trees, friends dropping by to chat. Smoking and drinking coffee.
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Poets
Why I Love Vocal
Iām fairly new hereāIāve been a contributor for fewer than six months. In the short time Iāve been here, Iāve met some amazing writers whose work really speaks to me. Iāve stumbled across magical morsels of this and that in different communities, and Iām branching out and dipping my toe in the pools of communities outside my comfort zone. Iāve learned that thoughtful comments tend to elicit a response, and most of the writers Iāve met are great about guiding me to work of theirs that they think I will like. Every little bit of kindness, every effort at community is appreciated, whether itās a like, an insight, a comment, a reply, or recognition in the form of a top story or placing in a challenge.
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in FYI
Mapping Us. Honorable Mention in Maps of the Self Challenge.
What would a map of my relationship with my first love look like? How big of a territory would it be, how many rivers, mountains, plains, valleys, beaches? What about the roadsāwhere do they come from, enroute where? Some two-lanes became highways over the years, and some arenāt even footpaths anymore. Our topography would challenge the most talented cartographer.
By Harper Lewis5 months ago in Humans
Southern Goodbye . Honorable Mention in The Sound of First Frost Challenge.
It slinks in slowly down here in God's country, that first frost. Southern seasons change softly, autumn and summer embrace like lovers, and then autumn does the goodbye ritual with the sunās warmth:
By Harper Lewis5 months ago in Poets
Football Friday Night. Content Warning.
It was one of those magical southern nights in October, and all of the teenagers in town were drunk on autumn and youth. There would be a party after the football game, and youthful concupiscence would be satisfied before the moon set in the morning sky. In anticipation of this, the boys were dousing themselves in Polo and Drakkar Noir while the girls teased their bangs into ski slopes and lacquered them above their heavily mascaraed eyes lined with kohl and painted hot pink stripes on their cheekbones. Def Leppard and Whitesnake blasted from boomboxes perched on dressers and lingerie chests. Pliers were used to zip jeans, and Marlboro Lights were smuggled out of sock drawers and into handbags while condoms pressed their circular imprint into dollar bills in wallets in back pockets.
By Harper Lewis5 months ago in Fiction
