Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

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

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Back When A Dozen Eggs Was A Dime A Dozen
A single woman went to the market. This was back in the days when a dozen eggs was a dime for a dozen. When the woman got home, she opened the carton. To her surprise, there wasn’t eggs in the carton at all but twelve tiny men that were each very different. She laughed with amusement, as she carefully observed them, declaring…
By Rowan Finley 11 months ago in Fiction
Begabond
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 11 months ago in Poets
They Were Cast Aside
“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 11 months ago in Fiction
Awaiting the Freedom Boat - Part 3 . Top Story - March 2025.
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:
By Rowan Finley 11 months ago in Fiction
O +
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!
By Rowan Finley 11 months ago in Poets
Too Many Events
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 11 months ago in Poets
Gossamer Shimmers Flickering
Steer the nightly mirror along a kind walk, distant sound of honking frogs talk. Gossamer shimmers flickering. Grumpy baby birds bickering.
By Rowan Finley 11 months ago in Poets
You Didn’t Have To, But You Did
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,
By Rowan Finley 11 months ago in Poets
Antsy Mind
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.
By Rowan Finley 11 months ago in Poets
Unraveled - Part 10
"We can explain!" Patricia and Samuel yelled in unison. Yarnell cleared his throat dramatically and cut in. "No, let me explain!"
By Rowan Finley 11 months ago in Fiction
No Coffee Latte
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.
By Rowan Finley 11 months ago in Poets
Wild and Rare
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
By Rowan Finley 11 months ago in Poets