It was a little wooden house with little wooden figures. A family of six - a man, a woman and four pretty little girls. They were hand carved long ago by a loving hand. A sturdy little building, it was built...
Excerpt: WE CANNOT TURN AROUND The shattered glass Of soundproof walls That can block the night no more Is scattered, alas, On the broken stillness Of a distant, darkened shore. That shore is still, and silent...