Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
I beg the rain to wash away my sad discontentment, and along with it, may my resentment rush towards rivers, in far away lands.
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
“We must unite together! We weren’t made to just hang out, shooting the breeze and looking pretty!” The leader roared like a drill sergeant.
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Fiction
Author's Note: If you haven't read the first two parts to this story, please do so in order to gain proper context: Part 1, written by Rowan Finley:
I didn’t ask to be made a vampire. This high up, I didn’t ask to transpire, it all started, as what I know now, as a Ponzi scheme!
Burnt heart, grilled. Hopes rose and are stilled. There are too many events, racing by at my fatigued expense. I’ve got to let go of the cantankerous words that rattle in my soul.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Steer the nightly mirror along a kind walk, distant sound of honking frogs talk. Gossamer shimmers flickering. Grumpy baby birds bickering.
You did not have to make food so diverse and colorful, but you did. With gratitude in between bites, I thank you for the texture of the peas,
I know I’m one in a million, as an ant on a hill. When I gazed upon your ravishing visage, I couldn’t help but crawl along the bed of your picturesque petals.
"We can explain!" Patricia and Samuel yelled in unison. Yarnell cleared his throat dramatically and cut in. "No, let me explain!"
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
I ordered a latte from Dunkin Donuts but not a latte coffee made its way into this cup. It had copious amounts of foam - check.
Joker-like, impish grin Then, poker face, steady again Race the ace, down flat, for the win Western film took sight Finances were a fight
flying in plane sight it just had to be quite plight did not give up fight ~ "well," all the truth IS it is now all of our biz'
