Harper Lewis
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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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Love. Top Story - February 2026.
That first night: the laughter, the music, the love The first date: the music, the poetry, the moon The road trip through a hurricane, my yoga pants ruined by rain, the Violent Femmes, and that morning at the Hirshorn, the Rodin
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Poets
Constructive Criticism
People always say they’re open to constructive criticism, but they usually mean they’re open to praise. It doesn’t take much pride and ego swallowing to accept praise; even Donald Trump can do it. However, constructive criticism may need a grain or two of sugar going down.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Writers
Brokedown Shakedown . Content Warning.
The American system is broken, badly. Our checks and balances have been hijacked by a madman serial rapist pedophile. Let that part sink in. Then look at his business records. It’s damn near impossible to bankrupt a casino, but he’s done it more than once. Trump Steaks (🤮), Trump Vodka (😵💫), and Trump University (🪦) were all blistering successes, amiright?
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Humans
Jars. Runner-Up in Craft Over Catharsis Challenge.
Jim sat in his favorite rocker, beams of late afternoon sun draped over his lap instead of stabbing him in the eyes like on Billy’s side of the porch. He twirled a lollipop between his fingers, occasionally popping it in his mouth. He’d been doing this since he stopped smoking. The young’uns didn’t remember the cloud of Pall Mall that used to shroud his face as he told his tales. The kids were playing in the yard and under the porch, out of the September heat in the cool sand, sun shining between the shadows of the slats. Presently, a grubby face appeared over Jim’s shoulder. The kids wanted to go down to the creek to play.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Fiction
