Spoken Notches

Sage Gosner
Apr 16, 2024


Smoking notches I write.

I stand trembling in this wilderness.

On the prowl.

My wild nature comes forth.


Fear me for I am that which

Is not


Help god created all of us.

Inner madness.

I come rushing out if the currents

Thrashing my wooden bowel

I tremble

A glorious tremble

And I rumble


Cold press juice


And I love her

Again it’s not me



Sage Gosner

Explorer Extraordinaire. Diving deep into the unknown. Love all.