Not letting obstacles throw her off the trail, Sweetwater publishes lesbian pulp western storytelling in a new format.  Sage Sweetwater's consistent high quality lesbian pulp western fiction represents the early years of the western pulps. Expect Night of the Foal: The New Riders of the Purple Sage to be confronting issues of the American Western frontier as it was, set in modern day through poetic prose.  Sage Sweetwater's lesbian western character development is exclusively written for movie and television drama.  Her prolific quill has caught the attention of filmmakers and screenwriters globally.  This is only the beginning for the Western pulp lesbian in her frontier sagas.  Sage Sweetwater is a creation of a resourceful writer who knows what her audience wants.  She is a strong-willed lesbian woman of the modern West.

Sage Sweetwater's Authors Den Erotic Lesbian Western Poetry adapted to Jett Durango screenplays by Sage Sweetwater from Sage Sweetwater's Night of the Foal: The New Riders of the Purple Sage dedicated to C.G. McGovern-Bowen and Blue Sleighty.

Jett Durango Trilogy now in Film Pre-production.

Jett Durango
Jett Durango: The Resurrection
Jett Durango: My Heroes Have Always Been Outlaws

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Excerpt
Night of the Foal

midwife called
away in the middle
of the night, foal
in the barn, breech
birth, Bureau of Land
Management knows she's
gay, witch's runes bloodline,
inheritance, her mother's
jelly jars, guitars, curry
combs, pictures of strays
without homes, rodeo halters
in the tack trunk,

she cries
for firebrand,
a whiskey shot,
a taste, hot, whisper
escapes her throat,
telephone rings, she's
out, rain pours, she's
wet, truck wipers on high,
she's stoned on firebrand's
gay blade, the moisture drops
she made, the landline dropped,
neon dim, bartender asks
her to ensure they won't
eradicate mustangs,
orphaned filly, midwife
sees turquoise beads
dancing, seducing dance
filling herself with the
pole, christened stripper
on stage, firebrand's
passion embedded between
her thighs, completed
application, feral
need, smoke the weed,
sagebrush filled basin,
the grass remembered,

controversy led
to the feral law in
1959, the firebrand,
lips on fire, whiskey
beyond the soft phase,
midwife's hips raise
higher, "harder" she
hears the firebrand,
voice of wild desire,
more than she can stand,
bartender takes her truck
keys, drives her home,
firebrand's screaming,
drops to her knees, witch's
cauldron boils, 'o waning
moon, thy divine light I
take, with salt, with
firewater, for lust's
sake, with altar as anchor,
this latex I bury, I begin
the flow'...

midwife called
away in the middle
of the night, foal
in the barn, breech
birth, Bureau of Land
Management knows she's
gay, witch's runes
bloodline, she cries
for firebrand, a
whiskey shot, telephone
rings, she's out,

I...


Copyright 3/5/2008 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist

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Io's Fire

Eye-O's foal
born to New England's
daughter, fiery magnetotail
out of the womb, stirrups
resolve, kicking up dust -
destiny bound for the aurorae,
New England Futurity, foals of
1898 - cosmic fodder of Gish
Bar Mons, volcanic lust,
satiate,

find me
in the magnetic
field plowing Ionian
fire, sowing desire, tear
my black pants away from my
flesh, thrust, don't stop
until passion's tilled,
enter this angular moment,

reins and bridle
absent, harness present,
my bent knees find no need
for the stirrup, do you know
I'm Jupiter's fire?


Copyright 2/1/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater

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The Ballad of Sweetwater

the man
spit tobacco
juice on my boot,
another man at the
lumber company refused
me nails, my lover is
coming in on the rails,

Friday's banker man
said, "don't lend money
to your kind" - newspaper
man said "my press won't
print your stories, my
readers aren't blind,
you plainly offend" - my
lover is coming in on the
train - I rode in the cold
rain, my horse knew the
livery stable man would
sell us grain,

morning service
train whistle Christian
brethren epistle, rode
through the horse's
hock-high thistle,

man's tobacco
leaf harvest drowned,
his muddy boots in the
ground, wet socks sunk
in clay, I rode by, let
my cigar ash fall upon
his cold, bare
feet in the rain,
"Gay can't help you
today,"I said,
"Fucking my woman in a
perfumed dry bed" - my
lover is coming in on the
train,

man's lumber pulled
away from the nails,
catching roof leaks
in milk pails, I rode
by, my horse's shoes
nailed tight, "Gay
can't help you today,"
I said, "Fucking my
woman in a perfumed
dry bed" - my lover
is coming in on the
train,

banker man's
straight mortgage
deeds stained watermark,
farmhouses flooded,
barns dark, I rode by,
pussy pays the lady,
"Gay can't help you
today," I said, "Fucking
my woman in a perfumed dry
bed" - my lover is coming
in on the train,

newspaper man's
printing press
halted - god, all
the rust, newsprint
soggy, I rode by,
my stories told in
movie, "Gay can't help
you today," I said,
"Fucking my woman in a
perfumed dry bed" - my
lover is coming in
on the train...

The Ballad of Sweetwater...

I...


Copyright 12/13/2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist

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New Riders of the Purple Sage

occult of
the pitchfork
tines twitching,
water witching,
forked stick tight
in my hands, passionate
demands, my wrists twist
in the meadow's mist, palms
up, divining rod searching
for her wet, 1896, long ago
teacher passed out rulers
and forked sticks, wrote
on the blackboard, Herodotus
willow dowsing, in the Bible,
Moses used a divining rod to
strike a rock and call forth
water, I am getting hotter,
in the Book of Shadows,
Firebrand used a witching
fork to strike a flint,
pre-dawn crowing of a cock
and call forth the black
sheep daughter, in harness,
Percheron shod,

windswept with
lust and tombstone
dust, my witcher stick
arched down over the
pasque flower, thunder
and lightning striking
those who question my
method, blazing my name
on the pages of Western
history, cemetery cellar
full of Mason jars, bins
full of my stashed whiskey,
earliest grave date
1812 - latest 2009

black sheep
daughter, I smell
your aroma in the
air, my wrists twist
in the meadow's mist,
palms up, divining rod
searching for your wet,
I traverse the soil,
hand-wrought square-head,
nail pussy! she remodeled
the land twice over, snake
hides, bees and very white
honey, wild grape vines,
occult of the pitchfork
tines, 1896, long ago
teacher passed out rulers
and forked sticks, wrote
on the blackboard,
New Riders of the
Purple Sage - it is
a land abounding with
the flesh of the buffalo,
beaver fur is our
lodestar,

black sheep
daughter, I
feel your thighs
pounding, I hear
you coming, ghostly
trees reaching out
of the mist, firebrand
kissed, you lean into
fuck like strong horses
leaning into the collar,
my wrists twist in the
meadow's mist, palms up,
divining rod searching
for your wet,

I...


Copyright 2008 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist