Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
Jiggled beer can boasted, “My lifespan’s longer than you think,” he said to the man taking a drink. “Years down the road,
By Rowan Finley 2 months ago in Poets
“In my mind’s eye, I can see forever…” “Brother, what is it really like to see forever?” “It’s as if I am running at the speed of light, through all the different landscapes of the whole world.”
By Rowan Finley 2 months ago in Fiction
Hamster friction spins Hamlet helped Juliet Loving, warming, wins
Winter strikes proudly Numb limbs and appendages Last match in matchbox
Jovie and the three small totters made it back to the waterfall. The totters had refreshed themselves with the cool water. They caught several fish and cooked them over a small fire.
I poured out my heart and soul to you but was I altogether blind? Because, suddenly, you changed your mind. I had the letter ready for the first date,
"I still just don't understand why war is necessary. The fairies can't be that bad. The sea-wolfs on the other hand..." Pori scooped Bry up into her arms and combed his unruly hair with her fingers.
Pine needles thread rays of sun, as the day is nearly finished and done. You have won and you have the final say, despite doubts of dreary, dappled gray.
The fangs of the sea-wolfs snapped at the totters. "The tree! Over there!" Papa yelled, as they dodged the aggressive attackers.
You saw me when I needed healing, you were there, kneeling. Your hands felt warm, in a moment, you healed my tiny form.
Tears, as razors, slice my face. Her words, through the years, crush me again and again. For a few moments, I long to escape the insecurities,
They were so desperate, that they fell in love with the scammers. They didn’t care that they were being lied to, because at least, it was company anyway.
By Rowan Finley 3 months ago in Poets
