GIGANTIC AMERICA ONE-SENTENCE PROSE PREVIEW
ONE RANDOM SENTENCE TAKEN FROM EACH OF OUR STORIES IN GIGANTIC ISSUE 2.
He just wanted to be president---was that so much to ask?
Deb Olin Unferth
"Hooray," some shouted. "He's stopped killing us."
I loved his belly, and wanted to take off my shoes so I could warm my toes on it.
When he speaks, he looks like a rabbity spouse.
The AM radio weather reporter has lied again.
"IT'S FUCKING COLD OUT," goes the deer.
The egg woman has the name Kracinsky.
They are listening to her forehead, shining lanterns into her mouth and ears, planning expeditions down into her dreams because she will not awake.
In a week, the top layer will have rotted from the bulk of a big, black whale; beached.
The gray grass growing up around his meat.
I rub mine down with no-stick PAM, work that fur gleaming and greased so no jaws can clamp his body.
Has someone hired you to do this, Mr. Eye?
I was being paid by a neighbor to remove the leaves from Eudora Welty's gutter.
The way she moved had been saying nothing to him for a long time.
What about Baltimore?
I don't think that my foster father liked me. He called me sulky.
I will always love you, but you're a bad daddy.
...laughter like helium hissing across the open sphincter of a balloon.
Brian Allen Carr
He woke, bound in black and white, delivered into his readers' hands.
His mouth made a sticky milk.
One has a mustache that reminds me of an animal.
But only a little bit, really.
The park was small, like our town, but finding the stairway was always hard.
He only gave us the one game.
And, in the end, a story of stumbling to find a final hoarse harsh death.
In addition to the above fine fiction and nonfiction writers, issue two has dialogues with Sam Lipsyte, Lydia Millet and Adrian Tomine, poetry from Marc T. Wise, Stuart Downs and Dylan Godwin, and artwork from Thomas Allan, Jordan Bruner, André da Loba, Max Fenton and Thomas Doyle.
Gigantic issue 2 is being shipped to many fine stores around the country as we speak, or order online from us.