Rowan Finley
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Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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The Eleventh Hour
As Brently Mallard walked down the path to his home, he couldn't help but gaze at the "tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street a peddler was crying his wares." Brently began to sing. His voice was rich and melodic, wafting through the streets. The "countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves," harmonizing with his sweet song. He had been away from home for so long, too long... and it felt strange going down the pathway home. The freedom of being away was refreshing, and the space he had gotten had been desperately needed. However, Brently did miss Mrs. Mallard, somewhat anyway. He hoped that she was in satisfactory health and that all was well. Inhaling the fresh spring air, he couldn't avoid the cloudy thought of the symbolic drought that he knew he was walking towards.
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Fiction
ENFJ Women Are Incredible!
If you have studied the MBTI personality types, then you will soon find that ENFJ (Extroverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Judging) women are refreshing and enjoyable to be around. They have a fascinating ability to “fit in” with a crowd, however they don’t usually feel like they fit in to most crowds. I believe that ENFJ women are incredible for many reasons. Here is why:
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Humans
Hot Tea Is My Company
Hello, I am so glad you came to visit my bone dry cup this evening. I was growing incredibly lonely. Your reassuring presence has refreshed and enlivened me as always. Now, let's talk. How have you been? I was starting to get worried about you because I hadn't seen you in awhile. Do you have any steamy gossip to tease my nostrils? Oh, don't be shy now...do tell. Your stories are always interesting and I'm sure you'll appreciate what I have to say. I should have been a shrink with my talent of always giving timely advice to everyone I know. All the birds agree. I am quite sure of it. Either they agree, or they're making fun of me with their incessant chatter...one or the other. Take a rest on the arm of the chair and please talk to me before you have to go away again!
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
