Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

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

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I spy on my mind’s eye
I spy on my mind’s eye; you have got to be stunningly gorgeous, just like your will power and emotional gravitational energy.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
When I Dance With Passion, We Move and Pulse as One
When I dance with Passion, we move and pulse as one. I lift her, and she gets me. Gracefully flipping, on love we are sipping.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Mast Cast
Mast ripples from wind’s massaging touch. I look toward lady liberty, side of ship I clutch. A whole new life in a land of opportunity,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
You Can Have All I Have
I will be your cluster of enjoyment, free, every colorful gradient of me, it’s yours, if you’ll offer the same. You can even have my last name,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
A New Life Up in the Air (Part - 1)
“Poppin, could running away really be the answer?” “It’s our only option, Lyla. We’re just two mice that don’t belong in that whitewashed building anymore. Your parents don’t like my adventurous spirit. And that’s okay, I’ve come to accept that but we have to make our own life somehow.”
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
Breakfast for Little Miss
Here you go, my little sleepy-eyed-love, grab that mouth watering piece of bacon and give it a shove. Warm mountain of eggs stand ready to be eaten,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
When I Stepped Forward
My brothers saw me as a runt, their accentuated athleticism was quite a front. I used to work so hard to get their attention,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
I Ride On A Tandem Bike With Random
I ride on a tandem bike with Random. We get along so well. He says something about visiting a village of voracious ventriloquists.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
The Rose That Waits (Part 4)
Rose continued to ponder the meaning behind the letter and who the mystic admirer could be. She heard leaves crunching behind a tree.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
Where Did the Seamstress Go?
Where did the seamstress go? Does her sewing machine even know? Was she overly stressed, by her working demands and needed her rest?
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Gina’s Blind Date Experience (Part 4)
Author’s Note: If you haven’t read the first three parts of this story, then check them out via the following links: Part 2 is written by Komal!
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
Topher the Conqueror
Shield this mighty warrior. Restore his heart to how you made it in the beginning. As he watches the light, may he long for the light haven that you are, God.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets