Rowan Finley
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Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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A Fine Line Between Intoxicating and Toxic Friendships and Relationships. Top Story - November 2024.
There is a fine line between intoxicating and toxic friendships and relationships. Sometimes, the most pleasurable, amazing things that we feel, are so intoxicating at first. When you make a friend, there’s that new relationship energy that flows and energizes our soul. There is a rush of positive feelings. It feels good. Some people call it NRE (New Relationship Energy). With time though, sometimes relationships turn into toxic situations. Toxic relationships can occur within friendships, relationships, and familial relationships.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Humans
Open Letter of Gratitude to My Past
Dear Past, I know that you’re not a person, but sometimes you do feel like a person in a way. You have taught me a lot! It’s important for me to thank you because without you, I would continue to make the same old mistakes in the future. When I look back at you, I realize that you are quite a series of memories, experiences, people and places that I’ve gone. You helped me get through marital challenges and relationship difficulties. You have seen me through my journey as a father over the last nine years, and for that, I’m very grateful.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Humans
Berganashio - Chapter 19
The meerbirds heard Larkin and followed him to the best of their ability. The sea-wolf ship continued to splinter and flail around like a pierced octopus. Sea-wolfs were scattering all over the place. Some of the sea-wolfs chased after the fleeing meerbirds and merfaries but they realized it was no used once most of them were off, high into the sky.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
Two Years - Skating
In 2023, someone I know took a photograph of me and my girl and sent it to me. A year later, the same person took a photograph of me and my girl in 2024 and sent it to me. This gesture was kind and unexpected both times. It was taken by another dad who has girls of his own. I truly appreciate the kindness that he, both years, has shown.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Baby Moon
Baby brow furrows and eyebrows rise. A pinhole of moonlight skims through winter window pane, kissing baby cheek discreetly. Tiny freckle on baby’s face appears to fall like snow, with silky baby grins. Blanket of snow rests outside. Mother’s finger traces the delicate ear of baby. Father hums a low tune, to sooth and praise the night. He rests his rough hand on his wife’s shoulder. Smell of hot chocolate beckons from a small white table. Baby’s room is colorful with kites and singing rainbows. This particular baby doesn’t seem to be as sleepy as her parents. The husband whispers to his family, “Merry Christmas Eve!”
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
