Harper Lewis
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I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction might have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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The Class that Kicked my Ass
The most difficult undergraduate course I took was Linguistics, and the most difficult graduate school course for me was History and Theory of Rhetoric. The language of language was difficult to learn; it’s dense, it has its own symbols. Diagramming and scansion are only the tip of the iceberg. Gaining a basic understanding of inflection and the difference between inflected and uninflected language was an easy threshold, as were consonance and asonance (we’ll go in-depth with those very soon). When we got down to phonemes and their meanings, I was out of my depth. I’m returning to the text now, hoping to gain passage through thresholds previously impenetrable.
By Harper Lewisabout 18 hours ago in Education
My Favorite Essay
I return to this essay each spring, scattering my ink under Eliot’s. I remember Dr. Evans’s shock at my love for Eliot. It seemed incongruent with my love of Mark Twain and Steinbeck and all of those early loves who stole my heart with strong voices. Eliot employs voice differently than fiction writers, and for me, the voice of “Tradition and the Individual Talent” feels like the canon itself is speaking, directly to me, as if I am the recipient of a love letter from literature itself. When Wally (Dr. Evans) referred to Eliot (and Emerson and Hume) as stuffy old bastards, it was my turn to react with shock. I’m sure I looked at him like he had three heads or a tuba growing out of one ear. I feel an intimacy when I read Eliot. “Journey of the Magi” brought me to tears the first time I read it.
By Harper Lewis3 days ago in Writers
Cassie and Johnny. Top Story - March 2026.
I’m the kind of dame you notice. I’m no femme fatale, but you can’t ignore me, at least not until I warn you about what’s coming, then everybody ignores me. Hell, they usually blame me afterwards and give Johnny all the credit for saving the day, but my Johnny couldn’t save a seat at the movies without my help. Sure, he’s brawny, but brainy? Not so much. Like that time I asked him to spot me five bucks, and he said he didn’t see it anywhere on me, and believe you me, he looked but good.
By Harper Lewis5 days ago in Critique
Chance
I saw Chance the other day, slipping down a back alley, morning coffee in hand, a little worse for wear in last night's frock. Leftover mascara crumbled in the corners of her eyes that never stopped scanning the scene for those fickle bitches, the Fates. She was ready to kick their collective ass for once and always.
By Harper Lewis5 days ago in Writers
