Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

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

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Feeling of Fixture
Earthquakes rattle from my chest inconvenient at best because I’m trying to get some rest Silence the flowing capacious mind
By Rowan Finley 2 months ago in Poets
Elation of Tintinnabulation. Top Story - January 2026.
Elation of tintinnabulation sound, around the married lovers. The christening of their family was born today. The groom swoops up his bride with joyous pride.
By Rowan Finley 2 months ago in Poets
Photos She Captured
She was the type of girl who longed to inspire a whole wonderous empire of creativity around her. She captured moments in time, wherever she found herself.
By Rowan Finley 2 months ago in Poets
Family of Toes
Enthusiastically, they dance and sing about many lollipops 🍭 to bring. On a jolly ranch, they’re jolly ranchers, they’ll always and forever, “represent the lollipop guild!”
By Rowan Finley 3 months ago in Poets
Great-Grandfather Eldridge’s Poetry
Recently, I learned that my great-grandfather, on my fathers side of the family, wrote quite a bit of poetry. A family member put together a book of his poetry. I had no idea until recently. It was such a wonderful pleasure connecting to his words, written so long ago! I had never met him because he died long before I was born. From what I’ve been told, his wife died during childbirth. It makes me wonder how similar I may be to some of my ancestors, in the fashion in which I reflect and write.
By Rowan Finley 3 months ago in Poets
It’s Gone
Little girl, I don’t have it anymore. I couldn’t bear to look at it. It had become a symbol of broken vows. I’m so sorry and sad. I pawned it away.
By Rowan Finley 3 months ago in Poets
May You Get Lσʂƚ in Reveries
Daydreams are warm and touching, rosy cheeks, attempting to hide, clutching. Icy wind of scoffing blasts, even so, reveries in my heart, forever, they shall last!
By Rowan Finley 3 months ago in Poets
The Dull Ache
My heart pounds when their eyes of judgement scrape my skin. I can hear the crunching of their questions, “Is he defective?”
By Rowan Finley 3 months ago in Poets
All I Have Is Yours
Jesus, you are the Truth and you reign supreme in Heaven’s court. You lay down the law of lasting love. You said yourself that you’re “The Way, The Truth and The Life.”
By Rowan Finley 3 months ago in Poets
🇹🇷🇦🇮🇳🇸
In the swing of night, train sounds horn several times, thoroughly. Playground remaining parts and swings rest, desiring to be finished and ready.
By Rowan Finley 3 months ago in Poets
Insect Vasectomies On the Spiders Web
Insect inspects web Spider waves a warm hello… Vasectomy here?
By Rowan Finley 3 months ago in Poets
My House is Infested With Doodle Bugs
This morning, I walked into the kitchen and saw signs that doodle bugs have been on the move. In the night, they must have been dancing with colorful groove.
By Rowan Finley 3 months ago in Poets