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Billy Stone Luckett

The Man

Scott Laughlin     Before the judge stands a large man, almost three-hundred-and-fifty pounds, wearing a gray t-shirt and tan cargo pants. He hasn’t shaved in a few days, and his eyes, large and brown under his fat cheeks, have…

At George’s Wake

David Colodney Jonathan spoke openly about his father’s death, that he didn’t have to worry about his dad’s speechless sort of pain anymore, the inaudible facial grimaces doing all the complaining his voice refused to. And Jonathan told me his…

Ode to Florida

Erica Kenick Your Okeechobee eye didn’t see us coming, Walkman and pet parrot in my lap, but I spied you from the boxed-in backseat on the East Coast map, a swampy turtle head so close to becoming your own island,…