Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

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

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Paradox in the Waiting Room . Content Warning.
Blind justice system, balance mentally impaired with one nipple bared.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Dreamy Stew
Another painting in the sky, His art never fails or goes awry. You are more beautiful than a sunrise or a sunset, your smile and splendor are the kindest things my eyes have ever met.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Investigative Imaginative
Aztec remains, woman gains, fresh insight and understanding, as she sees the branding in the earth and rocks, almost as if the ruins still talk.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Prayers for Her (Pt. 38)
As she stokes the fire, Holy Spirit stir the flames of her desire. Feed the revival that you foster, make her generous, no matter the cost to her.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
What Could Being Equally Yoked With Someone Really Mean?
The Bible talks about being equally yoked. 2 Corinthians 6:14 states, "Do not be unequally yoked together with unbelievers, for what partnership has righteousness with lawlessness? Or what fellowship has light with darkness?" What does this really mean? The purpose of this piece is to delve into what being equally yoked with someone really means.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Humans
I double, triple, quadruple hate you…
I hate your wrecking ways, and your lofty lustful gaze. I hate your bad breath and lisping lies, and all your fancy façades and disguises.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
One True Vine
He is the One True Vine, I grow off of him, little by little, my unfruitful parts, away, he whittles, my fruitful vines, He welcomes to stay.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Berganashio - Chapter 21
Grinyella the meerbird fluffed her wings and sighed. Looking at Haniel the olive tree, she answered his question. "Anointing day was good until we were raided by the merciless sea-wolfs."
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
I kept an itty bitty biographical book about a biblioklept
I kept an itty bitty biographical book about a biblioklept. I leapt and wept, as I felt, and dealt with, a feeling of guilt that crept in my mind. This guilt put my mind in a bind because I had stolen this swollen itty bitty book, you see.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Melancholy Way
I look at you and think to myself… in a dusty-red-headed-step-child-corner-of-my-mind, I think… that you’re handsome, with a great smile,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Tattoo Remorse
The tattoo artist met us in a loft of sorts above a barber shop. Enthusiasm building, as if we might pop. I remember lying down and wondering if it was too late to change my mind.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Regardless of the Truth
Regardless of what the seemingly tangled truth is of the shattered matter, we bear agape love that engulfs us. Disburse this unconditional love like lemon drops or warm waterfalls of grace.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets