Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

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

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Rope Swings into Fall Time
hopes fall from 𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔰, trust rope swing holds me, until knot large pile of leaves caught
By Rowan Finley 5 months ago in Poets
The Nine Gifts of the Holy Spirit . Top Story - September 2025.
A Word of Wisdom flies in a straight line for a target A Word of Knowledge is as a nugget of treasure Faith rises where fear had already fallen a long time ago
By Rowan Finley 5 months ago in Poets
Crisp Air and Bliss That Leaves
Follow the leaves now Before they bow, blowing kiss Their act is pure bliss
By Rowan Finley 5 months ago in Poets
Truest Thrills
Toes tilt. Heart tumbles too. Dancing down future yellow brick street has just commenced with my latest heartbeat. Tassels turned.
By Rowan Finley 5 months ago in Poets
Shoulder of Home Base
eye drops drip upward then down sounds of refraction turn action just a hair of a fraction eyelid gleams it seems
By Rowan Finley 5 months ago in Poets
Rate This Cat’s Tolerance Level…
Kitten ears, point up Her words of affection, greet Attention, so sweet
By Rowan Finley 5 months ago in Poets
pคl๓ētt໐ shadows, poised for 𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊
Palmetto shadows, poised for battle. Or, are they at attention for shading her feminine features? Dissipated stomach collywobbles,
By Rowan Finley 5 months ago in Poets
Disbanded Blooms
As a kid, I remember pretend-playing family. All along, I just wanted to be in love. Even then, the seed in my garden-heart just wanted to bloom.
By Rowan Finley 5 months ago in Poets
Sometimes, I fight
Sometimes, I fight, not because I know that I’ll always win, but because I want the other person to value “the win” that they’ve got.
By Rowan Finley 5 months ago in Poets
Insatiable hunger
Insatiable hunger. Unfinished thoughts lurk. The food I found, is full of folly. For I moment, I eat it, and I feel almost-jolly
By Rowan Finley 5 months ago in Poets
Instadamn
Scarlett O’Hare lounged against a large tree, appearing picturesque as usual. She scrolled on her iPhone in the shade. “I created a new app called Instadam, where you can post all the random things that… quite frankly, you don’t give a…”
By Rowan Finley 5 months ago in Poets
The New Teacher at the Open House
You touched the back of my arm and I flexed my tricep to make it seem more impressive. Why do I want to impress you at all? You didn’t have to touch me like that, but yet you did. You’re too young and innocent for me. Deep down inside, I know this to be true. There goes my insecurities… again. Shoot! Honestly, you don’t look a day older than twenty-five… Sweet youth… Clearly, you knew what you wanted with your career though. That is refreshing. Lucky.
By Rowan Finley 5 months ago in Fiction