Mighty Mercury

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Under another freeway a discarded table, chairs and couches sit arranged as if in a residence with no walls between the rooms. Bugs sleeps on a sofa and Fido kicks back in a recliner snoring lightly. Bugs wakes, sees the dog, takes a stick of gum out and pops it in his mouth. After chewing it he grabs a dollar from his pocket, gets the gum out of his mouth and sneaks over to Fido. Then he sticks the dollar on his tail. Bugs

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Last Updated ( Wednesday, 28 July 2010 10:53 )

Red Bits- An E-Chapbook

Alana Capria

Mother says to watch for the red bits that come out. So I collect them in an old envelope with tape pressed around the edges. It smells a bit like uterine tissue and blood. Which it is. I watch to see if liquid makes the bottom wet. I have promised myself that if any of it falls out, I will eat what it is left.

Once upon a time, she said: there was a wolf that wanted to eat you. So it followed you into the kitchen and then into the bath. When it saw your nudity,

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Last Updated ( Wednesday, 28 July 2010 10:54 )

The Strays of Dingbo

Lauren Tivey

Feral cats scatter at the fall of my footsteps. The walk home from work every night is characterized by this scattering, this feline kaleidoscope of movement. Thin, mangy, and skittish, they carry on their subversive little lives in the moonlight, always just out of human reach. I think of my fat, ginger tabby, who resides in the lap of luxury at my mother's home back in the U.S. The last time my mother and I Skyped, there he was on her desk, purring and stretching and yawning on the computer screen, just out of my reach. He never has to scavenge for food, or seek shelter in the rain, or run for his life. He is pampered and safe, a world away.

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Last Updated ( Tuesday, 20 July 2010 08:27 )

Rodger Birt Photography

Mighty Mercury

Since retiring from many years teaching history at San Francisco State University, photographer Rodger C. Birt has been an occasional conductor of streetcar tours of the byside city where he lives with his wife and daughter, and showing his work in SF galleries. Featured here are selections from the black and white and color portfolios.

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Last Updated ( Tuesday, 27 July 2010 12:38 )

First Blood

Giordano Morazzini

Got my first Tattoo last night!

There is now a red and black Nautical Star on my left arm.

Been wanting this tattoo scheme for the last 20 years, so I have known I wanted it, I just kept setting points in the future, around diet and health, conditions for getting them, and the conditions were never met or I was just too scared.

Originally, I wanted them back in the days of Theresa, but when she left, I kinda fell off the Me-wagon for a while. Then, I wanted them for every 25 pounds I

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Last Updated ( Saturday, 24 July 2010 10:22 )

Prints of African Masks by Kelechi Ekechi

Mighty Mercury

In order: Benevolence, Tragedy, Temperance, Reason, Envy, Mischief

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Last Updated ( Friday, 16 July 2010 17:38 )

The Rhipidon Society: A conversation with Tessa B. Dick

Zack Kopp

Late author Philip K. Dick (1928-1982) believed information had been fired into his brain by a beam of pink light, in time coming to the conclusion that the (Roman) Empire Never Ended, and seeing himself as a member of a team of early Christians he termed "the rhipidon society" after the fish first used to signify Christ. After this preternatural occurrence, Dick began a trilogy of books known as the VALIS trilogy. VALIS was Dick's acronym for the Vast Active Living Intelligent System commonly referred to as "God." Says his last wife Tessa, his roommate at the time, "Phil and I both experienced something very real in February and March of 1974. Phil might have been paranoid, but somebody was persecuting him. We just don't know