PHOENIX An ancient feathered spirit who lived in a remote desert for a long time, where it was consumed repeatedly by fires a muse would set, only to rise from the ashes of each..remade, renewed, and more evolved, and however much before the muses arrive, it may dive, tumble, fall.. or occasionally land and to something cling, but never at the expense of losing its wings THE ROSE CHAPTERS A story of a pilgrim in search of love from love unrequited, and without over endeavoring to convert such dim light to bright, there are voices, but only one character. There is truth, but no formal proof. There is art, but unlike workshop garden flowers..more like wild flowers. This streaming is for the simple pleasure of reading, to feel the sensation, feelings against gradients of thought..however much the reader upon the journey herein, may be prose'd to thought or drawn to feeling, if thought or feeling be the pleasure