Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
Your forgiveness rises on the morning dove’s wings, the thought, makes my mind sing. Opportunity tunes herself to the sound of winding Grace Way.
By Rowan Finley 4 months ago in Poets
Light flashes around my revolving heart that is as a calm lighthouse. Their eyes, in the crowd, are as the ships riding tumbling waves.
By Rowan Finley 5 months ago in Poets
Budding youth are more than > distracted, they are immersed, coerced by the media and the looming idols that are affixed in pop culture.
Lion of Judah. Thank you for fighting my battles. You told me to trust, and thrust my fears aside. You cried by my side,
When life gives you moldly lemons, DON'T MAKE LEMONADE! Instead, throw those lemons into the woods, and before long, you’ll have a grove of lemon trees!
I want to think outside of the box. I feel cramped, Stale. Too still. Suffocated, some days. One day, I felt shaken awake.
Read part 1, written by Komal via the link below. The first several hours felt thrilling. "Is this flight really 22 hours and 20 minutes long? That's almost a full day..."
By Rowan Finley 5 months ago in Fiction
I can make a mean mug of meatballs. Don’t be confused, the mug isn’t mean, although the pattern is mesmerizing, so it would seem.
Climb the staircase in my head, better do it now, before I’m dead! The staircase leads to rooms that most people don’t care to see,
Author's Note: This is a collaborative, multipart story. To gain proper context, before reading part seven, please read the following parts to see how the tale unfolds...
By Rowan Finley 5 months ago in Chapters
"You say, 'I’m over it.' But you can’t just get over it that fast. Maybe, you don’t wanna’ talk about it, but you ain’t over it for one hot, little, split pea second.
smoke trail whips, as tail horseback ride continues, long the way, right or wrong? ~ regal pines swoon tall eagle lands on soft cliff edge
