Category Archive: Byrón

Birdfeeders (haiku)

Ah! Zese sings! Such ‘eart! F’only zey’d some for ze fowl! …But zey’re eaten, I sink. —Byrón the Hummingbird Advertisements

INT. ZOO — CAFETERIA — NIGHT

A whole SLEW OF ANIMALS convene around a table. FRANK the seagull perches on a chair. FRANK Alright. Let’s go around the table. Buster, let’s start with you. BUSTER Okay, yeah. That goat… Continue reading

EXT. ZOO — AFRICAN PLAINS — EARLY MORNING

[MATURE] The ENTIRE CAST mills about, sleepily arranging into lines. A distant fire alarm screeches. GABRIELA the dragonfly, atop a makeshift trolley, moves down the first line, pushed by a water buffalo. GABRIELA… Continue reading

INT. ZOO — RAINFOREST EXHIBIT — DAY

BYRÓN the hummingbird and LANGDON the tree boa lounge in an open-exhibit tree. They’ve been talking, regarding their onlookers. BYRÓN Ah, but not so sure, I sink, for who’s observer and who’s observed?… Continue reading

What is art?

  Ah, but what isn’t art, my friend. “Truth is beauty” and what were, no? Yes… This, this…thing, this “art”—it is its coyness what makes it, yes? One might as well ask, “What… Continue reading