The Sundance Wives: The Gates of Doogun Hill Film By Sweetwater (poem) by Sage Sweetwater on AuthorsDen

The Sundance Wives: The Gates of Doogun Hill Film By Sweetwater
by Sage Sweetwater → (All Poetry by Sage Sweetwater)
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The Sundance Wives now in Film Promotion. The lesbian western screen story set in Leadville, Colorado 1879 why a rogue preacher gives us the entitlement to write the film in the first place which lead us to revolt and take over the Establishment because something sure has happened here. Another reason is because Robert Redford exists in our name and Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid film was selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry by the Library of Congress as being "culturally, historically, and aesthetically significant," just like our film is, especially because Doc Holliday is written in heavily because Sweetwater is historically accurate in her films and akin to outlaws. And, given that so much poetry has been written about The Sundance Wives by business artist Sweetwater, Hollywood invested. Poetry that sells!
The Sundance Wives: The Gates of Doogun Hill Film By Sweetwater faro dealer attempts to close down the table he says satan's stealing the house profits holliday wittingly menacing taps the faro table twice with the gun barrel the only thing bad about luck is that it's bound to change all have but one religion and one faro god deal us the cards be a daisy now holliday insists on the other hand The Sundance Wives need no justification yes the preacher likes his opium satan and him at the crossroads on walpurgis night said he'd kill every witch in leadville claim jumpers and rowdy miners whores and roulette wheels an angelic amish valley and a horse-drawn hay rake working a bright godly eden in a shaft of golden light rescue the orphans white cotton from the cotton wood trees sweet mary says mama is weaving cotton with the angels the ministry of the morgan silver dollar robert redford makes him accountable that preacher played god and damn his sorry soul the brass compass freezes right where it lay on the pillow in the direction of the menagé á trois beer is five cents a schooner maybe we'll stay here all night Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on June 7, 2013

Nice mixing of the old West with your erotic thoughts. Always enjoy what surprises you have written in to these little poems.

Ron

Reviewed by Chip Bergeron

I love reading your stuff, Sage, even wehen I cant quite understand it. Your images are so well connected to who you are, and there is always at least one line that makes me sit back and go "Whoah!!! I never thoughtnof it that way..." "the only thing bad about luck is that it's bound to change," from your poem, is an absdoluter classic.

Chip Bergeron