Author’s Note

This piece exists because I started chasing a joke and never stopped.

It began with the phrase “candy bars” and my brain immediately decided that if I was going to use that line, then I had a responsibility to see how many directions I could stretch it before the whole thing collapsed.

Apparently the answer was: quite a few.

Music bars. Candy bars. Space metaphors. Basketball references. Superheroes. Bob the Builder.

At some point I stopped asking where the poem was going and just followed it.

What surprised me is that beneath all the wordplay and punchlines, a theme quietly emerged on its own.

I’ve spent twenty-three years writing.

Long enough that writing no longer feels like something I do—it feels like part of the architecture of my life. Every poem, every story, every abandoned draft, every late-night idea scribbled into a notebook has contributed to the person I became.

So while this piece is intentionally playful, there is a small truth hiding inside all the jokes.

The lines about Jordan, Batman, Thor, and building aren’t really about any of those things.

They’re about creation.

About spending years building something that didn’t exist before.

A voice. A body of work. A universe made from language.

The title came from one of the many candy references, but it also captures the spirit of the piece perfectly.

Part joke. Part aspiration.

Because if you’ve spent decades writing, I think you’re allowed to dream a little.

And if that dream happens to include a 100 Grand and a book deal, well…

I won’t argue with it.

— Rowan Evans

100 Grand and a Book Deal
Poetry by Rowan Evans

My taste in music is crazy,
I guess you could say—
I listen to looney tunes.

The sound comes from
across the stars,
I provide out‑of‑this‑world bars.
So when we get together
it’s a Space Jam.

I’m soft like nougat,
I write candy bars—
with a punchline
that hits so hard,
it’s got a CRUNCH
like Nestle’s.

Milky Way thoughts—
going cosmic
every time I brainstorm.
An Airhead?
Maybe—
I keep my head
in Fluffy Stuff clouds.

And I won’t stop,
won’t give in
until the Payday hits—
100 Grand
and a book deal.

Every poem’s a hit.
I don’t miss—
like my name’s Steph Curry.

23 years GOAT’d,
Jordan in his prime—
the way I pen my rhymes.
Did it with no Pippen.
No Rodman—
I am Batman, no Robin.

I built this house myself.
Swinging hammers,
call me Odinson—
Bob the Builder
building something.

I made this universe
line by line—

and every bar I drop
is mine.

Journey into the Hexverse…

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[Lone Wolf Theology]
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[L Words & Heart]
A playful, self-aware poem about love, longing, loyalty, and the quiet ways another person can reshape our inner world. What begins as humor slowly reveals a heartfelt confession about affection, imagination, and the faces that linger in our dreams.

[Just Beyond Waking]
A street that feels familiar. A life that hasn’t happened yet. Just Beyond Waking explores the fragile space between dreams, memory, longing, and the quiet feeling that some futures are already waiting for us.

[Twin Suns, Sister Moons]
A poem about distance, longing, and the quiet pull of someone who lives beneath a different sky. Between twin suns and sister moons, the heart keeps reaching for home.

[It’s You I Choose]
A poem about devotion, vulnerability, and the quiet decision to stay. Sometimes love isn’t certainty—it is choosing someone anyway.

If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]