Andrea Juillerat-Olvera is a scholar and thinker creating on a multitude of levels. Her writing is informed by daily exposure to a broad range of learning environments and time spent living abroad.
Medium has made me a poet above all else, and here is a small selection of my most…
Here on the precipice of hope my feet want to take flight — seeking respite from a bitter wind, a sullied light. Thoughts take shelter in the lee of cold stone.
Outlandish pirate slops drift in the sky of my dream, a fine and motley crew of ruffled doublets, dirty…
She was plural, by the way of it
and yet her love was singular
but partly dead
so she ran west
tracked by old crows
descendants of dinosaurs
gargoyles flexing their bat wings.
Five years separated them
a civilian labyrinth
immigration officials relented
and they married in mutual refuge
A complete list of all my poetry, updated regularly with the newest pieces.
Fragrant baby cheek apples
slugs make nature’s glitter glue
tarot cards walk with me at dusk
and their sparkly bits.
Draw a chalk hopscotch
play it with five-year-olds
little girl me loved
the smell of books.
Obstinate houses built on the floodplain
Lie on your back and close your eyes
in this hour you are my pearl
cradled in the pink of my heart flesh.
I am a wind that carries blessings from your Gods
cold alabaster on your lips.
May your eyes pierce the darkness and drink of the light.
Stairs descending beyond thought and no contact with the others. Phoenix trapped in my heaving chest…Have we always wanted wings?
Collective dream resigned to a future of ash snow and cold vomit, pollution settles into our eyes. The sad valley waits for that westerly wind to blow it all away…
dust devil or rainstorm
she won’t be yoked
destroys every collar
accepts punishment before obedience
no submission to the chain
raised in a pack…
She runs alone
Earth’s living bling
a smile that slaps you across the face
a glint of dark blue sparkles
screaming midnight rain