My name is Kenny Zachary LaRue. Everybody calls me K.Z. though. When I was in school a bunch of stuck-up town kids kept following me around and calling me “krazy, krazy, krazy larue.” They stopped

that pretty quick when I cut a couple of ‘em with my KA-BAR pig sticker. The

sheriff come by and took me to the county reform school for a couple of months.

I weren’t mad at ‘em. They was just stupid. I don’t mind folks calling me…

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Christmas parades all over the land;

High school bands marching down Main Street.

Baton twirlers leaping towards the sky;

Fire engines with flashing lights and blowing sirens.



Pretty girls waving from convertibles;

Fat, laughing Santas throw candy from the floats.

Little children chase after the tossed treats into the street.

Everyone laughing, all are smiling.



Yet back in the shadows, some watch in silence;

Little girls and boys who… Continue

Sleek gray missiles knifing cleanly through the air;

Winging their way through the skies wide and clear;

Thousands of birds borne upon the winds;

Hundreds of squadrons on an ancient mission.



The oldest and strongest lead the flights;

The young and the weak follow behind.

“Honka, honka,” the lead ganders give the cry;

Straight on, fly true, for thousands of miles.



The lead birds slipping back from time-to-time;

Resting in the slipstream of… Continue

Riding over to Asheville on a chilly wintry day,
Going to the movies at a Sunday matinee.
Will I meet up with my new friend?
Or will I fail to connect again?
Only time will tell about us—
Whether we hit it off or not.
Saw a Sandra Bullock film;
It just might win an Oscar too.
Afterwards, conversation over coffee;
Gazing into her dark eyes;
Diving into another universe.


Chuck Connors, December 6, 2009