Angela Allen


Seven Ways of Looking at a Dogwood

A nod to Wallace Stevens, a bow to Basho

Dogwoods turn fecund,
succumb one to another.
Black boughs birthing blooms.

Onward Christian trees.
Eastertime’s righteous branches
blister with crosses. Read More


Harney County, First Day

I sail the sagebrush sea, green scent drifting,
and just as you tell me, scan the land
for elk and antelope, big-horned sheep,
jack rabbits, those suicidal pests, like Jessie said. Read More



The azaleas bloomed in February,
or was it March?
That sultry fading winter when
aromas rushed like blood
into fresh spring. Read More