Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

1177 stories

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

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Prayers for Her (Pt. 33)
May she pride herself in her inner beauty and not just her outer looks. May she see the best qualities in others and not the worst.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Skips
It is not cute when pen skips, it is annoying, but curls are fun!
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Unused Construction Material
unused construction materials lay in heap body feels the same
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Andrea
Andrea stood still as a Castlerigg stone in a field of goldenrod. Trilling a soft note into the quiet breeze, soon brilliantly colored birds landed on her arms gracefully.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Cluttered House, Cluttered Life
The house is cluttered, and my soul starts to mutter. It’s mostly all her items, I want to help but feel frozen. I’m not sure where she wants it all,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
At 11:07
At 11:07 She flew to Heaven She’s meeting the family at large Her joy complete As she sees and hears better No more worldly things to be her fetter
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Brother Tease . Top Story - July 2024.
I’ve got it made, in the shade of you. Style for the extra smile, that we walk together, in life’s greatest and worst parts.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
You May Have Not Thought of This Before
Quite a quick wonder Hummingbirds, lovemaking, sweet Until thunder boom
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Nonet Nonetheless
Gently sanding her arm and frail hand Over hospital bed, I stand Humming because it fills space Watching neck pulse and face
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Idyllic lilacs and lyrics linger
Here comes the train, through my stain glass window heart. The rise and fall of her chest is like the give and pull of gentle ocean waves.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Fourth Quarter
Fourth quarter drags on, losing team does not submit, fans throw a big fit. - Noise rises and falls, popcorn, cotton candy balls,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Relocated (Chapter 3)
Several more earth shattering explosions occurred in the distance. “I guess the drones weren’t kidding, huh?” Cyra said under her breath.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Chapters