Poetry ~ Essays ~ Trip Reports and Memories ~ Other work

Jan 25·5 min read

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.

Poetry

Not a Single Drop

A response to the Scrittura poetry prompt: moving expressions

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Blood in the Water

A poem

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Concrete Sarcophagi

a poem

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Dream Time Segue

A poem

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Mornings Around Here

a response poem Wednesday’s prompt: routines

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Celestial Adoration

A poem

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Essential Red

Response Poem to “Wild Orange” by Karen L. Jones

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Conspicuous Contagion

This subatomic meal endless mutations sickness that tracks us even while we sleep — the earth has decided.

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Las Vegas Save Us

A poem

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Terminal Ink

a poem

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Frogs and Freckles

a poem of skin and sound

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Carnivorous Earth

A poem

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The Progeny

Response to poetry prompt “The Abandoned Survivors”

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Winter Bereft

a poem

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Evidence of a Waning Moon

A single red feather lay across the moon of her belly and my fallow garden wears a frosty blanket clouds like clothing…

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January

Her mouth is wet as the sky but darker and with shades of red that go down.

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Entropy

An ominous spectacle constellations on the surface of liquid nested porcelain cups that break all at once…

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Sin

The morning is a dirge, and the sooty shadow of your judgement castes over me.

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To be still

Response to poetry prompt “What’s Missing?”

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enslaved

a poem

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The Higher You Fly

“The higher you fly. . .” right? that’s what they say.

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The Racoon Prince

Ode to a friend

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The Farewell

Death, they say you are the finest dance of all a crown of splendor that is freedom.

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Obsidian

A poem

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Post-Secondary

Hungry brains feast on a banquet of books and numbers carefully selected quanta stashed like jewels in the folds of…

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For Marlene, Who Knows

A tribute to the Sacred Monster

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If You

and if you undress me tasting the perfume on my shoulders full of electricity my hair will travel to your pillow

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The Dominatrix

You have chosen a delicate persecution my intention is simply your release all boundaries will be delineated before we…

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A New Friend

a photo poem

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Mountain Kids are Foolhardy Miners

I am a child of the mountains quite at home when encircled by breath-stealing heights precipitously perched on craggy…

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The Shape of the Vessel

Clutching at his words wily little gems scattered at once by the falling blade.

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Last Requests

Poetry

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For the dirt that loved me

I fled The pervasive and emotionless blade reaping souls like so much dry grass gone to seed and opening unwanted…

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While Our Bodies Lie Separate

Space and time contrive our distance but tonight you’ll see me. I’ll come as a ghost to your dream a spirit wraith of…

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A Modern Bardo Prayer

A Poem

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Come to Me

Come to be with me in the winters, keep me warm from the frost soothe my crying skin drink my tears lay me down in the…

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The Finesse of Torture

The finesse of torture’s reluctance Instructed by demons, Flavored by leather Reeking of the night. Hip with bone and…

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For Yolanda, Who Went Before Me

Damned impermanence. There is never any refuge, there is never a time that is not fleeting. A million discreet moments…

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A Prayer to Solar Consciousness

Dare I speak?

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The Fisherman

His hands are adept Casting his line with precision The bounty of his take does not ebb.

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Lady Frost

Drizzle is our God.

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The Good Stuff

I still remember you

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Essays — Political and Cultural

Defragmentation of Self

the making of a flash mob

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Making America Good Again

Whether you are angry, depressed, or drowning in a storm of anxiety, it is hard to believe that the U.S. was once a…

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How to Win an Argument With Steven Crowder

Honoring the Spectrum of Sexual Identity (Part 1)

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Sacred Prostitution and the Redemption of the Whore

The whore, the prostitute, the sex worker: they are the person who throws a wrench in the machinery of feminism and…

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Friendship and Alienation in the Digital Age

As our sphere of personal privacy collapses, and we are intruded upon by technology in the most intimate ways, the…

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The Capitalist Horse and the Socialist Cart

American society is experiencing extreme ideological polarization. This back and forth about isms is nonproductive…

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Talking Through Tears: An evening with Venezuelan refugees

Last November I had the rare opportunity to spend the evening with a Venezuelan refugee family. My husband works at a…

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Trip Reports and Journals

Meeting The Shepardess: (La Pastora) Salvia Divinorum

During the late 1990s, my partner and I grew salvia divinorum. A friend brought us a cutting, which we easily cloned…

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Dance Without Sight

7/1/2011

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From the Season of Sorrow

A short story response January’s prompt “Realm of the Dead”

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The Sacrifice of Wood

a short story

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Other Publications

Gary Olsen, Nevada's Deaf Grandfather

On a sunny, cold October day in 2006, I met Gary Olsen. From the moment we shook hands in front of his office on…

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Bridging the language gap: LEAD-K

Most people are unaware of the debate over educating deaf and hard of hearing children that has been seething for more…

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RN&R * Opinions * Editorial * A nonviolent convention * Jun 16, 2016

As a life-long progressive and native Nevadan, it honestly pained me to read Sheila Leslie's May 26 column ("Dueling…

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Performance Art

Selfish Gifts - The art of Andrea Juillerat-Olvera

Artists Portfolio

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Photography and Visual Art

Andrea Daerice Juillerat-Olvera

Explore Andrea Daerice Juillerat-Olvera's 2,895 photos on Flickr!

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Media

RN&R * Local Stories * News * Dirty books * Mar 8, 2012

Little ole Reno, Nev., rarely gets caught up in bigger-than-life issues, like world-wide censorship of art, but here we…

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Art Canvases That Include Shag Carpet (Published 2009)

RENO, Nev. - Venice has its Biennale. Basel, Switzerland, has its Art Basel. And Reno has the NadaDada Motel, a…

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Table of Contents

Poetry ~ Essays ~ Trip Reports and Memories ~ Other work

Poetry

Not a Single Drop

A response to the Scrittura poetry prompt: moving expressions

Blood in the Water

A poem

Concrete Sarcophagi

a poem

Dream Time Segue

A poem

Mornings Around Here

a response poem Wednesday’s prompt: routines

Celestial Adoration

A poem

Essential Red

Response Poem to “Wild Orange” by Karen L. Jones

Conspicuous Contagion

This subatomic meal endless mutations sickness that tracks us even while we sleep — the earth has decided.

Las Vegas Save Us

A poem

Terminal Ink

a poem

Frogs and Freckles

a poem of skin and sound

Carnivorous Earth

A poem

The Progeny

Response to poetry prompt “The Abandoned Survivors”

Winter Bereft

a poem

Evidence of a Waning Moon

A single red feather lay across the moon of her belly and my fallow garden wears a frosty blanket clouds like clothing…

January

Her mouth is wet as the sky but darker and with shades of red that go down.

Entropy

An ominous spectacle constellations on the surface of liquid nested porcelain cups that break all at once…

Sin

The morning is a dirge, and the sooty shadow of your judgement castes over me.

To be still

Response to poetry prompt “What’s Missing?”

enslaved

a poem

The Higher You Fly

“The higher you fly. . .” right? that’s what they say.

The Racoon Prince

Ode to a friend

The Farewell

Death, they say you are the finest dance of all a crown of splendor that is freedom.

Obsidian

A poem

Post-Secondary

Hungry brains feast on a banquet of books and numbers carefully selected quanta stashed like jewels in the folds of…

For Marlene, Who Knows

A tribute to the Sacred Monster

If You

and if you undress me tasting the perfume on my shoulders full of electricity my hair will travel to your pillow

The Dominatrix

You have chosen a delicate persecution my intention is simply your release all boundaries will be delineated before we…

A New Friend

a photo poem

Mountain Kids are Foolhardy Miners

I am a child of the mountains quite at home when encircled by breath-stealing heights precipitously perched on craggy…

The Shape of the Vessel

Clutching at his words wily little gems scattered at once by the falling blade.

Last Requests

Poetry

For the dirt that loved me

I fled The pervasive and emotionless blade reaping souls like so much dry grass gone to seed and opening unwanted…

While Our Bodies Lie Separate

Space and time contrive our distance but tonight you’ll see me. I’ll come as a ghost to your dream a spirit wraith of…

A Modern Bardo Prayer

A Poem

Come to Me

Come to be with me in the winters, keep me warm from the frost soothe my crying skin drink my tears lay me down in the…

The Finesse of Torture

The finesse of torture’s reluctance Instructed by demons, Flavored by leather Reeking of the night. Hip with bone and…

For Yolanda, Who Went Before Me

Damned impermanence. There is never any refuge, there is never a time that is not fleeting. A million discreet moments…

A Prayer to Solar Consciousness