Thursday, August 22, 2013

Presenting: Jean DeSanto

Church basement. Circle of chairs, people with coffee and cigarettes. There is a middle-aged woman with dark salt and pepper hair at a podium. Her glasses are down the bridge of her nose, and her brown eyes crinkle at the corners as she looks up at her audience. She twists her lips into a wry smile and speaks:
“Hello. My Name is Jean Michelle, and I am a writer.”
“Hello, Jean,” they all chorus back at her.
Audience smiles encouragingly. They are all writers here. There is no shame in admitting it.
Jean looks at the papers in her hand, resting on the podium, and begins to read her poetry. It is the first of the 9 steps of making amends. Every writer in the program must follow it…
Sometimes, the addiction of writing is uncomfortable is it not?
J. Trav has given me this opportunity to be a guest on his blog. So here I am. Did I say opportunity? What I meant was, -- he harassed me. Ah, I said that out loud. Oops. (she smiles.)
Okay, enough with being clever. Please see following this nonsense, two poems I share with you, followed by a slight author bio.
Once you came to visit, my thoughts
wandered down the hall to
where you were.
My soup burned on the stove,
and so did I, blue hot at the core—
I kept my distance from you
because the heat you gave off
scorched deep,
black marks in my heart—
I can’t imagine the inferno
If we ever really touched.


In 1st grade,
It’s the good boys who
throw things at you from across the room.
In 3rd grade,
The good boys punch your arm
and steal your science book from your desk.
In 5th grade,
The good boys have those feelings they can’t
explain and can’t contain.

Then in high school,
The bad boys are the ones
who whisper obscenities you don’t understand, but
make you faint and thrill with threatening promises.
The bad boys open their car doors for you,
invite you in
and never let on
all the handles have been removed
and there is no escape from your fate.
So here is who I am today: I write and breathe in Southern Indiana for the moment. I fell in with a group of writers. We have recently discovered we are a ‘pod’.
I write poetry and short stories, and I attempted a novel during last November’s NaNoWriMo, but it turned out I was writing three different things disguised as one. I haven’t sorted them out yet.

My latest publication was a short story in Quixotic: Not EverydayLove Stories, available from Amazon.
One may access my blogs at:
Currently, I am working on a book of my poetry. 
I Twitter @jean_desanto.
You may contact me at if so inclined.
Thank you for letting me share your space, J. Trav!