Harper Lewis

Joined July 2025

241 stories

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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.😈

My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.

MA English literature, CofC

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there won’t be a wedding, not joining us; we know how to join ourselves so completely I forget what belongs to who, lose myself so absolutely that you breathe for me (or through me),
By Harper Lewisabout 15 hours ago in Poets
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learning to trust was the hardest part of all, ecstatic that we’ve finally found this space where we can come and go gracefully parting, honoring what lives under the surface without betraying what breathes best beyond the trees, in a different blue.
By Harper Lewisabout 17 hours ago in Poets
Bittersweet
I love denouement, the bittersweet poignancy of good partings, swim-drenched skin drying in the sun while hawks wheel thermals,
By Harper Lewisabout 18 hours ago in Poets
Springs Eternal
This flow requires ebb, absence marked by presence, cataclysmic love of literature, your voice still shaping me into more than Eurydice, songs
By Harper Lewisabout 19 hours ago in Poets
Surfing
I fall up You fall in No plummet No nosedive becomes an epic. We did: water rising to meet sky, propelling us through the blues,
By Harper Lewisabout 21 hours ago in Poets
Hanging Ten
There’s only one logical explanation: I fall up and you fall in— no one can fall down this long, this far without accelerating, just drifting
By Harper Lewisabout 21 hours ago in Poets
In the Grove
when the music was over, we danced in the echoes of the last cello, painting a new vision into the sky, a world where a cypress grove is better
By Harper Lewisabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Microbiology
She was always February in Chicago, glass and steel rising above the frozen lake, after the spring cotillions allowing pillars of society
By Harper Lewisabout 22 hours ago in Poets
The Highway
The open road—is anything better? I’ve never been afraid to ditch the interstate, find some gravelly ribbon wrapped around these forests, fields, and farms,
By Harper Lewisa day ago in Poets
Tomorrow and Tomorrow
Is there anything more ridiculous than a calendar? At least clocks are round, but they mock us with their ticks while the rectangle on the wall
By Harper Lewisa day ago in Poets
Camellias
when I sold my house to the golf course, I took cuttings from the camellias in my front yard and gave them to my mother to root.
By Harper Lewisa day ago in Poets
dinner date
take me to starbucks and feed me cash galaxies The moon was out of soft-serve, and the comets overcooked the fries while I stretched into a kiss that knocked me to my knees
By Harper Lewisa day ago in Poets