Harper Lewis
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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.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Fiction Workshop Winter Quarter 1998
I had to fight to take the class because I hadn’t completed the prereqs, and it was a 400 level class. I don’t think I knew I was pregnant yet; midterm was in late October, and I got pregnant the Monday after the Fleetwood Mac concert in Atlanta. The two friends I went with were my daughter’s godmothers at her Christening, but we fell out of touch, and neither are part of either of our lives anymore. It was also the Monday before Thanksgiving, which is another story for another day.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Critique
Snob
I admit it—I’m a snob, but not your everyday, garden variety snob. I don’t 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 grandmother’s maiden name was. All of that shit is irrelevant to me.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Writers
Veronica . Content Warning.
“Yeah? Well, I don’t give one single cold-hearted revenge fuck what you think.” 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 didn’t know how much more she could tolerate.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Humans
Never
Now I’m thinking about all the times you never saw me, when I didn’t 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 Lewis2 months ago in Poets
Why I Love Vocal
I’m fairly new here–I’ve been a contributor for fewer than six months. In the short time I’ve been here, I’ve met some amazing writers whose work really speaks to me. I’ve stumbled across magical morsels of this and that in different communities, and I’m branching out and dipping my toe in the pools of communities outside my comfort zone. I’ve learned that thoughtful comments tend to elicit a response, and most of the writers I’ve 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 it’s a like, an insight, a comment, a reply, or recognition in the form of a top story or placing in a challenge.
By Harper Lewis3 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 roads—where do they come from, enroute where? Some two-lanes became highways over the years, and some aren’t even footpaths anymore. Our topography would challenge the most talented cartographer.
By Harper Lewis3 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 sun’s warmth:
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Poets
