The Truth That No One Talks About: With Cecelia Hagen
We went camping with Cecelia Hagen’s new collection of poetry, which resulted in its pages becoming smudged with dirt, stained with the juice of an over-ripe pluot and marked up by a toddler with an orange crayon. This works well as supplemental art, actually, because Hagen’s poems are full of imperfection—our “daily stumblings” she calls …
