WORDS
I suppose it was my studies and subsequent master's in Latin American literature that led me to where I am today. My prose reflects the descriptions of Garcia Marques and the twists of Borges's plots.
WORDS
Paul Iasevoli
My Story
A BIT ABOUT ME
After 30 years as a teacher, I retired to live my dream as a writer. My stories and poems come from the depths of my soul along with a little inspiration from the beauty of the Manatee River in Bradenton Florida.
2021
Publications
Forced into Freedom
In 1860's Florida, Seminoles capture a slave boy and take him on a journey of self-discovery that leads him to manhood and freedom.
The sixty page novella, Winter Blossoms and the anthology Seasons of Love are both available from Beaten Track Publication. Click the underlined link to purchase directly from their website.
Evil Accordion
https://www.cathexisnorthwestpress.com/post/evil-accordion?fbclid=IwAR0gGJc-CzWIBx1RVDIOv0VqdNhGI064Vlw-4aX0o_TugUrIEpURtJRzOOo
Novels in Progress
Novels in Progress
SARAH'S STRIFE
On the brink of the Civil War, Sarah and her slave "family" are forced to migrate from St. Augustine to a sparsely populated region of Florida south of Tampa Bay.
Under a malevolent master, Sarah holds the group of twelve slaves together as matriarch. At war's end, she is separated from her family, but manages to rise above the despair of the Reconstruction period.
Her audacity and determination shine as a beacon of hope for the generation to follow her into a new life of freedom.
Sketches by Paula Streeter
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The Great Pine
In 1930s Alabama, Albert, an autistic albino adolescent is trapped in a small town filled with prejudices and secrets.
As he matures into adulthood, Albert sees behind the facade of his neighborhood only to become a victim of the injustice he resents.
https://www.floridawriters.org
Jack of Hearts
In the 1880's Dakota territory Madam Emma and her lover, Big Kitt Hannigan, work out a plan to rob Deadwood's richest brothel. When their plan back fires , so do their lives and the lives of those around them.
"In the middle of our life's walk, I found myself in a dark woods, and the path was no longer direct."
Dante