Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

1213 stories

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

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Wedding Jitters
Roses wink at me Ring shines and vows are stated Stomach jitters burst
By Rowan Finley a day ago in Poets
My Grandpa
Taste of peppermint Touch from a gentle warm hand Mahogany smell
By Rowan Finley a day ago in Poets
Contillian Rubustus the III
Contillian counted the seconds before the beast was to be released. His bare shoulders were flexed. Already, his sweat drenched his body in the heat of the baking sun. He had wrestled lions and bears dozens of times. Whatever type of beast was behind the gate, it couldn’t be worse than the animals that he’d strangled to death before. The spear in his hand was sharp.
By Rowan Finley 2 days ago in Fiction
Zenzizenzizenzic Pleasure
"Yes, in this stage of your adulthood, you are seeking intimacy through conversation," my therapist stated rather matter-of-factly.
By Rowan Finley 2 days ago in Poets
Berganashio - Chapter 34
Kunya's muscles were starting to ache from flying, "Don't you find it odd that we're heading back to the caverns of Mem where the battle occurred just days ago?"
By Rowan Finley 2 days ago in Fiction
Truthful Spoonful of Rueful Haikuful
Spoonful of rueful Haikuful as appetite Medicine goes down ~ Haiku as a pearl Around her neck, she did twirl One-of-a-kind-girl
By Rowan Finley 3 days ago in Poets
Lady sips
Still white lady sips on butterfly tea. The butterflies passed at ripe old ages; they’d committed their bodies to the tasty donation of science and teabags.
By Rowan Finley 4 days ago in Poets
Cries to Teach
Trees of cotton reach History does ever-preach Freedom cries to teach
By Rowan Finley 4 days ago in Poets
Prayers for Her (Pt. 40)
You are so wonderfully crafted and woven together. I pray for your sunburn to heal quickly with the aloe plant’s cooling caress.
By Rowan Finley 4 days ago in Poets
Prayers for Her (Pt. 39)
I pray she would choose her own good, not rebellion. Let her see the countless miracles that swirled around her, as fall leaves,
By Rowan Finley 6 days ago in Poets
Unexpected Perspectives . Top Story - February 2026.
I’ve been handled by so many people. Now, I’m feeling rather dirty. Pushed. Pulled. Without a noteworthy word of doting to recently have received,
By Rowan Finley 19 days ago in Poets
Make Room for the Mushrooms
“Make room for the mushrooms to grow, treehouse!” “Wasp, in the corner, you must go, as this is no place for you to stay!”
By Rowan Finley 19 days ago in Poets