“The first time I saw hundreds of fiddlehead ferns boiling in an enormous pot I realized what an odd person I must be to hear tiny cries from the mouths of cooking vegetables.” — Maureen Seaton Copy Share Image
“The first time I saw hundreds of fiddlehead ferns boiling in an enormous pot I realized what an odd person I must be to… — Maureen Seaton Copy Share Image
“Once I had flesh the city could pierce with a frown- I'd bleed into sewers like rain. Men without legs on subways moved me,… — Maureen Seaton Copy Share Image
