Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

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

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The Worth of Cathedrals
A building - St. Mary's Cathedral - with holistic context and the Truth, are elaborate buildings even congenial? Surely, cathedrals are awe-inspiring,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Benjamin in Blunderland - Part 1
Benjamin sat on top of a huge mound of dirt. It was large enough that he could slide down it on a flattened cardboard box. It was a free cardboard box that he had helped himself to from the back of a Dollar General store.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
The Symbol
He saw the symbol on the table, his eyes squinting, he couldn't understand it. What could it mean? Was it a symbol from something in the past?
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
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When I think of her gentle thumb, I recall how graceful and angelic it is. Isn't it peculiar, how sometimes we admire what seems to go commonly unnoticed?
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
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
Remnant of Creation!
Moon splits the silence, with wonder and The Sword, not allowing another word in edgewise. He doesn’t tolerate the lies,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
A Game of Hide and Seek
Innocent untainted soul of a child, unlike many adults who are full of guile. A classic game of hide and seek, right after a kiss on the cheek.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
She Would Be the Elf on the Tree
She would be the elf on the tree Adumbrated story She was fatigued of fatuous family members Nudiustertian past prattled
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Cliffhangover
over the chaos over the noise everything is overstimulating ringing in ears and tears roar like lions on the cliffhangover
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Edge of the Game (Part 4). Top Story - February 2025.
Author's Note: If you have not read the first three parts of this story, then please do so before you read this final part 4. This is a collaborative short story!
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
Ladybug Landing Pad
Today, a ladybug landed on me, it kissed my wrist and I liked it. Just, instant trust, without flighty lust. Of all the places that she could have landed,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
You’re Not Just My Muse…
I choose you over a thousand diamonds. We were made to exist together. I choose you over a thousand mansions. We were made to exist together.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets