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TRULY SISKIND-WEISS

PLAYWRIGHT & ACTOR

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ABOUT ME

I'm a Bristol based playwright, actor and solo performer, originally from New York City. I have a masters in dramatic writing from the Bristol Old Vic Theatre School. During my master's program, I wrote Seeing You, a short radio drama that was later featured on BBC Bristol. My play, It’s Not Goodnight, It's Just Goodnight was featured in Bristol Old Vic's Writer’s Block showcase. I have worked with Manhattan Theatre Club, The Cherry Lane Theatre, and The Colonial Theatre of Rhode Island. My plays have been performed at Cherry Picking, an annual new play festival, where I have also led a new work reading series. During the pandemic, I wrote lyrics for Our Mutual Voices, a contemporary opera project produced by the Manhattan School of Music. I performed my solo play, The Strongest Girl in the World, in August of 2021 at the Alma Tavern Theatre. Most recently, I adapted The Picture of Dorian Gray for stage, and produced it at the Alma Tavern in collaboration with Ben Nash and Ellie Stevens. I belong to the Bristol Writing Collective, SCRAPS, and am an active member of Bristol's artistic community. As a strong feminist, I write pieces for stage, radio, and screen that amplify women’s stories. My work speaks to the experience of coming of age as a woman in a patriarchal world, and engages with themes of sexuality, loss of innocence, and grief. My ultimate goal is to create the characters I needed when I was a teenager.

I teach writing workshops and masterclasses for all ages! I am DBS checked and have safeguarding training through Clifton College.  Inquire below.

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"I want a word for the feeling"

I want a word for the bittersweet agony that lives between the last two pages of a great book,

The heaviness in your eyes as you flip between them.

I want a word for the moment after the presents are opened,

The soft crinkling of paper that underscores Bing Crosby or Elvis.

I want a word for the car ride home, and the last first time.

For the faded freckles of September,

And the sandpaper voices of the next day.

I want a word for the stillness in the air when you closed the door behind you,

The kickdrum in my ears when you hung up the phone. 

And realists or cynics will say the word is melancholy

or yearning.

They'll shake their I told you so heads,

Point their fingers at the page with the answers.

But the poets will offer a soft smile of knowing.

A lift of the brow that says

I too have known the lukewarm embrace of the inbetween.

I too have felt this purgatory of the heart 

This pendulum of the gut.

I too have tasted the full bodied wine of a love recalled...

And there are no words for it.

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