Poems from Jorden Harner
I grew up and down
in an unstable wonderland.
Pale arms outreach to touch the moon,
but my feet and soul root me
to where I stand.
...
Whatever happened to the evaluation of our own sins
before casting stones at others?
Have we all forgotten that lesson?
Some people would...
I dream to be a walking library
filled with facts and stories
of our past generations.
To teach fellow humans
not to repeat our past...