Stephen Saul

Rookie (March 19,1958 / Kansas City, Kansas)

Biography of Stephen Saul

The year after the fall of Saigon saw me enlisted in the United States Army. For three years I served with the field artillery in West Germany. Later, after too many years in a college classroom, I took work as a newspaper reporter and editor. Some articles from that period found homes on the AP and UPI wire services.

While at the University of Kansas, I earned a BA in political science and minored in English and journalism. I had the pleasure, and good fortune, to study creative writing under the noted novelist, Carol Hebald. 'You do write well, ' she said. Those words continue to provide a wellspring of encouragement that has kept me writing poetry, short stories and now novels.

Serious creative writing began, under a hissing steam pipe, in a basement apartment in Brooklyn, New York. While penning verse longhand, I studied poetry under the renowned poet, Hugh Seidman, at the New School University in Greenwich Village.

Three volumes of poetry have been published under my name, and a volume of short stories. I am currently at work on the second novel in The Lou Palmer Crime Series, which is based in Washington, D.C. The stories feature a retired New York mobster, who owns the hottest nightclub in the District, and his gambler sidekick. I have playfully nicknamed the series: Casablanca with firepower. I promise outrageous conspiracies for the duo to unravel, fused with action, sex and intrigue.

Since leaving New York City in the mid-90s, I've enjoyed living in the Washington, D.C. suburb of Falls Church, Virginia.

Stephen Saul's Works:

The Evil That Men Do, EBooks by Design,2012 (A First Novel)
Stone Heart, PublishAmerica,2009.
the wind is a blind man tapping, PublishAmerica,2005.
Wanderings, The Edwin Mellen Press,2000.

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Camp

cross-legged
by the fire
peering into the mist
the sound of struggle
on the water:
wings beat fiercely
straining skyward
two snaps of a twig
a low growl
the sound of nothingness
fills my ears
a wind
light and cool
pulls gently at the fire
my face
old and drawn
in the restless flames