Dana Biscotti Myskowski
Meeting Jeff Bridges
We met in the middle
Of the expanse between
Hollywood royalty
And middle-class America.
He there in Beantown
To promote his latest movie
Which, from the promotion, seemed like it
Might have been a contender for something great.
And I there to accept
Acknowledgement
As a finalist
In the state scriptwriting competition.
When the director stumbled upon my lengthy, melting-pot name
He turned it into a joke, “You gotta be kidding me,” he said
to the press, passing blame of his inadequacies
to my family’s ineptness for clipping inherited names.
I could have married a Smith or a Jones
But love is blind to spelling
And pronunciation,
And it would never consider a pen name.
Later,
In a quiet moment
As I hid in the shadows
Having not actually won
The coveted prize…
He approached:
“You have a great name.
Use it proudly,”
He said, and shook my hand.
And as he was ushered out
With his director
Amidst the flashing photographer bulbs
I realized I’d met an ambassador for his kind.
photo by Dana Biscotti Myskowski
Stay-at-home mom, freelance writer, and newly named NH Literary Idol Winner Dana Biscotti
Myskowski volunteers for various arts and community groups and teaches part time at UNH-
Manchester (where she is this year's winner of the Adjunct Teaching Excellence Award). Her
latest short play was performed in this year's Boston Theatre Marathon; her next will be
performed at the New Works Festival in Portsmouth this July. She can be found at her
personal blog and at Green Chair Pictures, a blog about the "art of writing the cinematic
short."
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Meeting Jeff Bridges
We met in the middle
Of the expanse between
Hollywood royalty
And middle-class America.
He there in Beantown
To promote his latest movie
Which, from the promotion, seemed like it
Might have been a contender for something great.
And I there to accept
Acknowledgement
As a finalist
In the state scriptwriting competition.
When the director stumbled upon my lengthy, melting-pot name
He turned it into a joke, “You gotta be kidding me,” he said
to the press, passing blame of his inadequacies
to my family’s ineptness for clipping inherited names.
I could have married a Smith or a Jones
But love is blind to spelling
And pronunciation,
And it would never consider a pen name.
Later,
In a quiet moment
As I hid in the shadows
Having not actually won
The coveted prize…
He approached:
“You have a great name.
Use it proudly,”
He said, and shook my hand.
And as he was ushered out
With his director
Amidst the flashing photographer bulbs
I realized I’d met an ambassador for his kind.
photo by Dana Biscotti Myskowski
Stay-at-home mom, freelance writer, and newly named NH Literary Idol Winner Dana Biscotti
Myskowski volunteers for various arts and community groups and teaches part time at UNH-
Manchester (where she is this year's winner of the Adjunct Teaching Excellence Award). Her
latest short play was performed in this year's Boston Theatre Marathon; her next will be
performed at the New Works Festival in Portsmouth this July. She can be found at her
personal blog and at Green Chair Pictures, a blog about the "art of writing the cinematic
short."
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