Rowan Finley
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Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Unraveled - Part 6
The next day Patricia woke up to honking outside her front yarn. There was a very weathered looking man, driving a rusty truck. The truck looked like it was about to break apart any second. In the back of the truck bed there were three cages packed full of squirrels.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
Well Up
You are worth so much more than the value you’ve been given from their spewing voices. I have been praying for you to have visions that bring you hope and salvation. When I think of you, and pray for you, I feel tears well up in my eyes because that’s the level that I truly care for you. The truth was designed to set people free and I’m beaming with gratitude about this!
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Covered in a Royal Robe
Murky foreboding pond water tastes scummy to tongue of mother wolf. She takes a few laps of the water anyway. Rubbing her head on her wolf pup affectionately; they were hunters by birth and perpetuated tradition. As a faithful monogamous part of the pack, she admired her lover throughout the day with a calm demeanor.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
