the speed of dark

June 23rd 8pm Small Happy Zine
Party at Quimby’s
1854 W. North Avenue
Come celebrate the first issue of Small Happy, a zine comprised of unrelated paragraphs and art collaged together by four strange and wonderful ladies (Erin Davis, Katy Rabbitt, Ursula Copenheaver and Erica Burkhart). 
The event will include readings by Amanda Krupman (a multi-talented performer-of Girly-Q burlesque), Erica Burkhart (romantic scientist and band-mate of the late Sunday Tore Downs), aimee brown (interdisciplinary artist originally from the dirty south) and P. Genesius Durica (published in the Indiana Review, the Mid-American Review, Blue Mesa, Tinhouse and Spork). With juggling by Matiss Duhon (tall, dark and dangerous), and Other Special Guests TBA! Wine and Beer provided. Small Happy with be available for purchase at Quimby’s: $12 Color, $6 B&W.
Contact Erica at ericaburkhart@yahoo.com for info.

I KNOW YOU”RE GONNA READ THIS AND COME NOW!!

i still am highly amused by the fact that friendster sends every poor one of your “friends” (real, fake, percieved, or other) a message saying you’ve updated your blog. well, this isn’t my real blog. my real blog is over in livejournal land and if you are really and truly interested in reading some mundane shit and some other slightly more interesting than mundane shit, you can always drop me a line….

the other, more important, reason, for updating this blog is that it might be a better way to communicate than the bulletin board. for instance: please submit to the small happy #2. do you see that hot ass picture of the small happy editors? well, we’re waiting to dive into the next round of submissions. so send your paragraph 130-150 words, any topic, or your art, your photo, your nude sculpture to me at ericaburkhart@yahoo.com, and don’t be intimidated by the lack of subject matter. it means you are almost completely unlimited except if i think its more mundane than my livejournal….or uh…goes beyond the word limit.

the woman enters her apartment, she is drunk and it is dark- after midnight
she moves toward the phone sees her landlord has called, it is the 17th and no rent,
she removes her right earring and places it on the table, presses the button that turns the
phone on and dials her lover- she hangs up after the second ring-
he doesn’t call her back.
she goes to the kitchen for a glass of water, drinks two glasses full and removes the other
earring placing it on the counter.
a good friend told her at dinner that she is a strong writer and doesn’t need school.
the woman beamed, then embarassed, frowned dramatically
but she is without direction, like every other person she knows, even those who
have made their choices are only sure for moments.
she goes to her bed and hopes that in the morning she will remember she
left her earrings in two places.