Joseph Reed Hayes, playwright

The Short Plays 

Slow Ride

"Susan, I know it was difficult, all of us living in that little house. But I put up with you the best I could."


Three generations of women take a Sunday ride, with all the tension, humor, affection and near-demented discord that arises when family is in close proximity for more than ten minutes.

The eccentric, hold-out-hippie grandmother, her conventional daughter, and the Goth granddaughter who is fed up with both of them exhibit all the tension, humor, affection and near-demented discord that arises when any three generations are in close proximity for more than ten minutes. But this journey results in an epiphany for the women; their razor-sharp wit finally slices through the layers of history holding them hostage, and this Sunday, for the first time, they will stop dissecting the past, and begin to look to the future.
 

SUE (whispering): She’s never been this bad before, I don’t know what to do. Eccentric is one thing, I can live with eccentric, goodness knows, but Alzheimer's I cannot deal with.


RITA: She's 65 years old, Mother. She may be a little screwy – like anyone would notice – but she does not have Alzheimer's.


SUE: Great, she's just crazy, thank you I feel so much better. Last week, she threw out my silverware. Said aliens were using the forks to control our minds.


RITA: Aliens. (calling over to Jez) Jezebel! Aliens?


JEZ: Call me old-fashioned, but I'm simply not interested in having some ET rummaging around my brain with flatware. I know you young people with your tongue tattooing and your eyeball piercing, you'd probably think nothing of the odd lemon fork through the spleen –


RITA: Lemon fork?


JEZ: But when a marauding mob of Martians marches down Main Street, I for one will not be standing around with a serrated pie server shoved up my –


SUE: Mother, do you mind? I'm trying to have a conversation with my daughter. (whispering) You see? She’s totally paranoid. She thinks people are talking about her behind her back.


JEZ: What are you two talking about?


SUE and RITA: Nothing.

Comedy. One Act, 30 minutes. Three actresses. Can be done with minimal set.

PERFORMANCES:

- Reading w/ music by Christopher Watkins, benefit for Kerouac House, Orlando FL 2006
 


"Kerouac House Benefit"
Joyce Robison Geier
Paula Rossman
Alyssa Jade
Joseph Hayes, director

 

Joyce Robison Geier
Paula Rossman
Alyssa Jade

West Farms

"You get offa one bus, and you get on another one."

Winner 2008 Telly Award


A worn man reminisces about an almost mythical drinking establishment from his childhood near the West Farms bus depot in the Bronx. A gritty and worn-down place, the neighborhood had little to offer the adults who lived there, and even less to a child. But children, especially those who grow up in the Bronx, are resilient, and survive harsh times through humor and a tough skin.

Willie and his older brother Danny are the products of a home bereft of affection, of parents who have lost hope, of a father who has lost any interest in his sons or his life. Danny desperately wants out, and his escape route is the boxing ring. Willie worships his older brother, hanging around him as much as he can, surviving in the hope that Danny will win, will prove that life has the possibility of being glorious.  


"Everybody goes back to sparrin, and there's no talk, cause they know Rickets ain’t gone noplace, he's standin in the hall with a cigarette stickin outta his crooked mouth, listenin. So everybody makes this big show like they're workin … they're huffin they're groanin — two guys are over by the ring, smackin each other on the chest with their gloves, they're goin WHAP WHAP like they're beating the crap outta each other. I turn around, I’m laughin, and Danny's over at the heavy bag. And he's punchin. He’s really mad, and he's got that face … oh, I don’t like that face. I hate that face. I think he boxes cause … it's the only chance he gets ta hit back, but he don’t never get that face in the ring. That’s the face he gets in the house, after he's done gettin beat. That's my Pops face.


"He's poundin that bag, he’s hittin like some kinda friggin machine, left, right, same spot over and over, left, right, I got kinda scared ... and I saw right there I was wrong, my brother Danny, he might never win no prize, but he sure as hell was a fighter."

 

Reviews: 

"My favorite piece was Joseph Reed Hayes' gentle West Farms (directed by Ashland Thomas.) Willy (Eric Kurizky) grew up poor and neglected, and transferred his affections to his older brother Danny (John Hill). Danny aimed for fame in the ring, but wasn't good enough, and after a round of cheap booze ended up flying through the imaginary window of a strip club. The story is well wrought, and Kurizsky's presentation warms with support from the hard punching Danny and the creepy trainer Rickets (Derek Ormond.) Dreams fade, but we all find a time and place to live, even if we change busses occasionally." — Carl F. Gauze, Ink19.com


"Once again, the theater year begins with a program of original short plays solicited and staged by Playwrights Roundtable. The fold expands to welcome Joseph Reed Hayes (author of Fringe Festival highlights A Little Crazy and Solos)." —
Orlando Weekly

Drama. One Act, 20-30 minutes. Three male actors. Can be done with minimal set.

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PERFORMANCES:


2008 Telly Award Bronze Winner
(best in local, regional and cable television programs and video productions)

 

 OrangeTV production and broadcast, Orlando FL 2007

· Playwrights' Roundtable, Valencia College Black Box Theatre, Orlando FL 2007

· Finalist, "Notes From the Underground" one-act festival, NYC 2006

· Subject, Texas Intercollegiate Press Association Critical Writing Competition, San Antonio, TX 2006

· Playwrights' Roundtable, Theatre Downtown, Orlando FL 2006

· The Jazz Gallery, NYC 2003

· Atlantic Center for the Arts 2000

 

"Launch 2006"
Playwrights' Roundtable
Eric Kuritzky
John Hill
Derek Ormond
Ashland Thomas, director


"Summer Shorts X"
Playwrights' Roundtable
Eric Kuritzky
David Lugo
Charles R. Dent, director

A God in Aspect 

The Ancient Gods are angry, and they want ... a weekly TV show


Jemima Gilbert, minor government functionary at the Department of the Interior, meets the embodiment of her darkest dreams when a Lovecraftian Elder God walks into her office and demands to be classified an Endangered Species. Who is the more frightening?

NYARLATHOTEP: We, who once ruled humanity without challenge or rival, have been forgotten. Put aside, discarded like last week's fish dinner. By order of His Most Dark and Abominable Lord, The 10-Horned 7-Headed Beast, Cthulhu, Guardian of the Threshold of Nightmares, this paperwork is to notify humanity that the Elder Gods still walk the Earth, and We wish Our (beat) rightful due.


JEMIMA: Your (beat) rightful due.


NYARLATHOTEP (nodding happily): Yes. Worship, sacrifice, and most of all, constant mention and thought. Articles in newspapers, billboards, television shows — perhaps a weekly series — that sort of thing.


JEMIMA (stifling a laugh): Wor … Worship. TV shows and worship. And this would happen — why?


NYARLATHOTEP (dejected and pouty): Because you have to. We're fading away. If no one thinks about Us, We cannot maintain our existence. You people move so quickly now, leaping from one belief to another as fast as H'aaztre leaps from the slit throat of a sacrificial virgin to a plate of fried chicken. So, you sign those forms, Our names get circulated through government channels, Greenpeace picks us up as their latest cause, before you know it, We're back in the Elder God business, (snaps his bony fingers) Bob the Soul-sucker's your uncle, everyone's happy.

Comedy. One act, 20 minutes. Three actors. Can be done with minimal set.

PERFORMANCES:

- Charade Drama Group, Bristol, England 2004 ·

- Published in short story form in "Cthulhu and the Co-Eds", 11th Hour Productions 2001
 


"Gods, Rabbits & Automobiles"
The Charade Drama Group
Nic Coward
Laetitia Hannan
Kevin Restall
Sian Taylor
Sian Taylor & Laetitia Hannan, directors
 

Tell It to the Bird 

"I'd watch what I called Ethel, sir, she may be a bird but she's highly intelligent."


Checking into a swank hotel, Mr. Thompson finds more than your typical amenities, including individual climate control, on-site fitness center, Internet access ... and Ethel, the Pest Elimination Companion..

BELLHOP: You see Mr. Thompson, even with the very high standards to which the Hilton organization has built this luxury hotel — individual climate control, on-site fitness center, high-speed Internet access, real windows (none of those painted-on faux windows for a Hilton guest, sir) — we find that it's virtually impossible to keep bugs out of the rooms, this being the deep South in the height of summer and all. Timing is everything, sir.


THOMPSON: But surely some screens or a bug zapper — why is he looking at me like that?


BELLHOP: She, sir, it's a she. Bubulcus ibis, you can tell by the yellow bill and lovely dusky legs. We've found that the most cost effective way of keeping gnats, chiggers, flies, and of course ticks off our guests is by using trained and fully domesticated tick birds. Not to mention ecologically sound, sir. One to a customer. Now Ethel here is one of our younger Pest Elimination Companions—


THOMPSON: PEC?


BELLHOP: Exactly sir. Ethel is fresh from the hatchery, very promising.


ETHEL: Squawk.


THOMPSON: This seems very bizarre, I don't think I've ever — OW! She bit me!


BELLHOP: Oh, she's just being friendly, aren't you being friendly, Ethel? Yes. Beautiful plumage. Ha ha, "beautiful plumage", it's a joke from Monty Python ... you know, from television ... never mind. Anyway, give her a couple of hours to imprint on you and you'll both get along famously, I promise you. Oh, uhm, almost forgot, better put these on.


THOMPSON: Goggles?

Comedy. One Act, 10 minutes. Three actors. Can be done with minimal set, and feathers.

PERFORMANCES:

- Triangle Theatre NYC 2004
 


The Beast Festival
Triangle Theatre
Doug Barron
Dana Bate
Kaci Gober
Nancy Rogers, director
 

Johnny Mystery: Public School Private Eye

The ghost in the closet, the Tooth Fairy, even the bite of the bed bugs, these are real things for Johnny Mystery, public school private eye ... and for his friends, he'll solve anything.  


Johnny is a bright ten-year-old, who solves mysteries only a kid can understand. His “office” is the monkey bars at the school playground, his best friend is Bradbury, the boy who would rather take interpretive dance and fencing lessons than play basketball, and his favorite pastime is memorizing lines from old detective movies. When pretty and popular Cartier Smith comes to the monkey bars asking for help, Johnny’s first thought is “Of all the playgrounds in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.”

Unfortunately, he says these lines out loud, confusing almost everyone, including his parents.  


from The Teddy Bear's No Picnic

 

JOHNNY: What I did find in the room is pretty conclusive, Cartier. I know who took your Teddy.


CARTIER: You do? Really? Hey -- and I bet I know who it was!


JOHNNY: Oh, I suppose it's your sister again.


CARTIER: No. Those two, walking up the block! Hey, you!

     Cartier runs out of the room.


JOHNNY: Who did she see from the window? Oh, no—  <dramatic sting> Sven and Bjorn Anderssen. Cartier, wait up!


     Johnny runs after Cartier. Noises of a suburban street.


CARTIER: (from far away) Hey, I want to talk to you!


JOHNNY: (From far away, breathless) Cartier, wait a minute!


BJORN: Well, lookie here! Hey Sven, looks like our old pal Johnny Misery has a girl friend!


SVEN: Hey Johnny Misery, we didn’t see you in school today, I guess now we know why!


JOHNNY: The name’s Mystery … M-I-S-T-E-R-E. I heard about your little joke in the hallway at school this morning. I thought you’d be writing on the blackboard all day. You finished?


SVEN: No ... we’re Swedish—


BJORN: Hah! That was so wicked, splashing all those puny third graders with the water fountain. It was like one of those water parks—


SVEN: Yeah! Like … Sven 'n' Bjorn World!


BJORN: Yeah, except at Bjorn 'n' Sven World—


SVEN: Hey!


BJORN: You pay us not to get wet!

Comedy/Juvenile. series of 15-25 minute plays. Two male actors, one female, plus guests. Can be done with minimal set.

The JOHNNY MYSTERY MYSTERIES:

The Teddy Bear's No Picnic

Nothing But the Tooth

It's Even Worse than Gym

 

Written as half-hour radio plays, the JOHNNY MYSTERY MYSTERIES can be produced as children's theater in their original, live radio format or fully staged.