Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

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

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Lumen, Carpe Lumen
Lumen, Carpe Lumen Light, Seized Lumen In the beginning, there was Light. The light seized man and woman, caressing their skin…
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
A Mother’s Anxiety
She wrung her hands anxiously. It was stuffy in the house. The house was decorated for Easter. Twisting her wedding band as if it were a fidget toy, she broke the silence. “Do you think my daughter has made a mistake in marrying him?”
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
When Good and Evil Sing
I don’t like to hear evil sing as loud as good. Sometimes, evil sings loudest. But, good has already triumphed and sung the final note, if you think about it all. Yin and yang doesn’t make sense because good has overcome. Do we see the good loud and clear all the time? No. Sometimes, no. But good is on the way. Justice, is the wrapping paper that covers good. Sometimes justice gets torn and thrown away but it was used to usher in good. It had worth, even though it tarried along the way. When evil takes the stage, remember good already dropped the mic and nothing in history or truth can simply change that.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Grateful for Dietrich Bonhoeffer
Dietrich Bonhoeffer, I am grateful for your faithfulness. You were strong and stood your ground of truth and integrity.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Majestic and Powerful
He was ushered in for an embrace, Abraham’s bosom, and Sarah’s warm smile. David turned around and looked proud, but through the lovely heavenly crowd,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Irony Grows Here
Irony grows here, or did, until the last drop of dry, bad advice.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Pretty Woman With a Mission
She was a pretty woman, on a mission, not to be missing, a hot ticket opportunity. She had immunity to men’s pride,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Just How It Was
It was difficult pretending, rough, wild heart sending, hopes for something very different. It’s impossible to keep your bagels and eat them too.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Two Conductors
They moved with flowing, graceful limbs. One conducting orders behind a bar counter, the other conducting an orchestra.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Music, from the heart, to the fingers
Inspiration ignites in the night, when I think of you. Music, from heart, to fingers, to black and white keys, cascading like layers of long hair locks.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
The Duck Room
The ducks made us do it. We went into the room, not knowing what on earth to expect. They chanted and chanted. "Get in the tub! Get in the tub!"
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
A Fine Line Between Intoxicating and Toxic Friendships and Relationships. Top Story - November 2024.
There is a fine line between intoxicating and toxic friendships and relationships. Sometimes, the most pleasurable, amazing things that we feel, are so intoxicating at first. When you make a friend, there’s that new relationship energy that flows and energizes our soul. There is a rush of positive feelings. It feels good. Some people call it NRE (New Relationship Energy). With time though, sometimes relationships turn into toxic situations. Toxic relationships can occur within friendships, relationships, and familial relationships.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Humans