Angela Allen



The mothers came home,
lipstick smeared like jelly, lurching for coffee,
just freshening up.
The fathers, revived after a cocktail fling,
ties loose, hair tossed like high school boys.
Some walked me home. Read More


Opera’s Wild Ride

Opera, as the hype goes, promises high drama and grand emotions. Oddly, I can’t remember an opening night soaring to such heights when I take along a date. Read More


Harney County Lesson

I am heartened
in this vast lonely land
by the room for affection.

Tundra swans swim in twos,
mule deer mingle, then muddle,
sandhill cranes remain faithful. Read More