Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

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

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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
Berganashio - Chapter 20
“I hope I made the right decision,” Kunya said aloud mid flight. The two merfaries continued to lead the way to their home.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
“More Than Meets the Eye”
It looks like a building under moon’s smile, but the people inside are much more. It’s more of a hospital of sorts, with sick, broken and scarred humans.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Unraveled - Part 2
The ball of yarn took a deep breath and blinked again. Patricia shrieked. “Land sakes, alive and freaky fruity pebbles! That yarn is alive!”
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
My Mini Market
When I was a kid, I made this mini market stand. Honestly, I was a tad obsessed with miniature things, maybe I still am a little bit.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Piano’s Reflection
Stained glass window reflection, it shines on the side of piano’s affection. Like a painting on the side, by the piano, I love to abide.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Limited Edition: Us
We can take so much Limited edition: Us We are all unique
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Surrendering is Not Giving Up, It’s Knowing When to Let Someone Higher Step In
Surrendering is a scary bridge to cross, weighty worries in waters are hard to toss. But you’ll become so uninhibited,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets