Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
I can make a mean mug of meatballs. Don’t be confused, the mug isn’t mean, although the pattern is mesmerizing, so it would seem.
By Rowan Finley 3 months ago in Poets
Climb the staircase in my head, better do it now, before I’m dead! The staircase leads to rooms that most people don’t care to see,
Author's Note: This is a collaborative, multipart story. To gain proper context, before reading part seven, please read the following parts to see how the tale unfolds...
By Rowan Finley 3 months ago in Chapters
"You say, 'I’m over it.' But you can’t just get over it that fast. Maybe, you don’t wanna’ talk about it, but you ain’t over it for one hot, little, split pea second.
smoke trail whips, as tail horseback ride continues, long the way, right or wrong? ~ regal pines swoon tall eagle lands on soft cliff edge
Pour out your healing touch on this newborn children. Sustain her life. Sustain her family’s hope and faith. We call out for blessings.
I want the best of the best for you. You are such a vibrant flower, a wonder of motion and imagination. Let your thoughts blow around,
here is a moon boon a beam gleam it seems I almost brought it to you on a silver spoon but I balanced it on my head instead
By Rowan Finley 4 months ago in Poets
I lived on brown leaf but then, I flew on red one - cocoon, butterfly!
Part 1, written by Komal, follow the link below: Part 2, written by Rowan Finley, follow the link below: Part 3, written by Komal, follow the link below:
By Rowan Finley 4 months ago in Fiction
Mallard fluffed his tail feathers. “Now Rubber, remember what happened last time, when we swam too close to the center of the pond, right?”
She held my gaze as if it were a prismatic dream that could last forever without any spoken words. He plucked the harp strings of my soul just as light rays that I longed to grasp and embrace.
