Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

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Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

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Wooden Pegs
Fragile life rests on just a few painted wooden pegs. I want every person to have someone to love and to hold, to experience a love that doesn’t break like the egg if it slipped and fell.
By Rowan Finley 8 months ago in Poets
Her Element
I remember her eyes; they glinted as angel wings. She glanced up from reading a book. The book was The Swiss Family Robinson by Johann David Wyss.
By Rowan Finley 8 months ago in Poets
The Day We First Met
She kissed me in vintage fashion, and I was undone by this sip of fresh rain. The passion shared, it geared me up with fuel, for living life again,
By Rowan Finley 8 months ago in Poets
Enormity of Unity?
My thoughts and heart mimic the sound of the turning dryer. The left side of my brain tries to call my right side a liar.
By Rowan Finley 8 months ago in Poets
Drinking Fountain in the Clouds . Top Story - May 2025.
The yeast on the eastern side of your heart rises and smells as bread. Your smell rakes the leaves into neat piles of mystification in my mind that is falling.
By Rowan Finley 8 months ago in Poets
Prayer of Hope
Lord, you are most excellent and Holy. Your heart for people to be saved is consistent. Every person is a master work of art because you formed them. I’m amazed by your choice of diversity. Your mercy and grace are matchless. The people around me on the day to day, help them to long for the truth. You are the truth. There is nothing you don’t see. World hunger breaks your heart more than it could ever break our hearts. You see the spiritual condition of every human. Everything is laid bare before your perfect vision. People try to hide their sin, but God sees the good, the bad and the lukewarm actions that are made.
By Rowan Finley 8 months ago in Poets
Impatience Took Its Tulle On Me
Longing had the nerve to swerve through the door, that was painted just as before, just as the sky and grass behind it.
By Rowan Finley 8 months ago in Poets
Dueling Kingdoms - Part 5. Content Warning.
If you haven’t read the first four parts of this story, then please follow the links below in order to get proper context before reading part five.
By Rowan Finley 8 months ago in Chapters
Dueling Kingdoms - Part 3
Part 1, written by Rowan Finley: Part 2, written by Sibley Shamra: Part 3, by Rowan Finley, below: It had only been three days since the attack and the negotiation that had taken Kris from the castle. Of course, Roy tried to be stoic, as any prince would strive to be. However, inside he was experiencing utter turmoil. He was used to Kris being around and the three days had felt more like three years.
By Rowan Finley 8 months ago in Chapters
The Complicated Life of Gargoyle Motts (Chapter 2)
Author’s Note: If you have not read part 1, please do so via the following link: Inside, Gar-Gar winced but he remained cool, calm, and as happy as he could appear, given the circumstances. He tapped his paw-communication-code to the butler.
By Rowan Finley 8 months ago in Fiction
There was a spiritual confidence in her sway
She beamed with the radiance and energy of the sun’s warming rays! There was a spiritual confidence in her sway and a bounce in her graceful steps.
By Rowan Finley 8 months ago in Poets
A Little Boy’s Dream
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who dreamed about getting married one day. Most of the other little boys his age dreamed of playing professional sports one day for renowned teams. This little boy didn’t care about playing sports. Instead, he just wanted to get married one day so that he could be a husband and be a father to children. He didn’t exactly know how children came to be, but he knew that it took a wife to have a family. He just knew he was supposed to have this experience in life.
By Rowan Finley 8 months ago in Fiction