Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

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

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City Sails
City sails by in rear view mirror, dried on our skin, we carried many an ocean tear. Skyscrapers flicker with lights going on and off.
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
I'm Just Not a Fan of Valentine's Day That Much
I’m just not a fan of Valentine’s Day, because loving and being sweet should be our daily way. Friendly love, romantic love, brotherly or sisterly love,
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
Curvy Hips of a Donut!🍩
alarm buzzes e n d l e s s l y as a mosquito that never takes a 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 air condition is taking a vacation in a fₐᵣ ₐwₐy
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
“A Thousand Times, Yes!”
“All I ask of you is, do you love me? All I ask of you is, am I your hero? All I ask of you is, do you wish to be with me?
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
Willows Whisper and Watch
Willows whisper and watch, waiting, whistling for the marvelous moment… the subtle occasion, when everything aligns after egregious life events.
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
The Unknown Artist - Part 2
Author’s Note: If you have not read part 1 by Sibley Shamra, then please read it first via the link below: Shiloh felt a creative rush, as if a waterfall flowed through her soul. Taking another sip of her morning brew, she turned on a HAUSER instrumental playlist. The first song that played was actually her favorite - "HAUSER - Gabriel's Oboe." Music always inspired her to paint.
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Chapters
The Worth of Cathedrals
A building - St. Mary's Cathedral - with holistic context and the Truth, are elaborate buildings even congenial? Surely, cathedrals are awe-inspiring,
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
Benjamin in Blunderland - Part 1
Benjamin sat on top of a huge mound of dirt. It was large enough that he could slide down it on a flattened cardboard box. It was a free cardboard box that he had helped himself to from the back of a Dollar General store.
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Fiction
The Symbol
He saw the symbol on the table, his eyes squinting, he couldn't understand it. What could it mean? Was it a symbol from something in the past?
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
̠M̠A̠̠S̠̠T̠̠E̠̠R̠̠P̠̠I̠̠E̠̠C̠̠E̠
When I think of her gentle thumb, I recall how graceful and angelic it is. Isn't it peculiar, how sometimes we admire what seems to go commonly unnoticed?
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
Unraveled - Part 6
The next day Patricia woke up to honking outside her front yarn. There was a very weathered looking man, driving a rusty truck. The truck looked like it was about to break apart any second. In the back of the truck bed there were three cages packed full of squirrels.
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Fiction
Remnant of Creation!
Moon splits the silence, with wonder and The Sword, not allowing another word in edgewise. He doesn’t tolerate the lies,
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets