Antje Elisa Carrel23 nov. 2018New lifeNew life; amazement fills the room, wonder read on all the faces, deep thankfulness irradiates the place The son who was lost was...
Antje Elisa Carrel22 nov. 2018Let me be grateful, even when it is painfulThe smell of crispy apples baking in the oven The sound of a boy practising his violin scales The sight of Canadian geese in a v in the...
Antje Elisa Carrel21 nov. 2018The mystery of LightLights all around Brightening up the streets Whether cars, lamp stands, the tube or winter wonderland in Hyde Park Lights all around...
Antje Elisa Carrel20 nov. 2018AnxietyTo my dear friends who journey with anxiety – November 2017 Unsettled, I feel. Un-grounded. Unsure, Life: a whirlwind. Change, change, so...
Antje Elisa Carrel19 nov. 2018Who are we? What are we here for?Knitted in a womb with intricacies beyond reason Loved and known before seeing the light of day Adopted by the one who created and is the...
Antje Elisa Carrel18 nov. 2018Une feuille comme une vieAlors que les jours découlent, Et que l’obscurité se fait de plus en plus oppressante, Alors que la douceur de l’été indien Semble de...
Antje Elisa Carrel17 nov. 2018Patiently yearnAll the prayers and all the false hopes All the expectations and all the answers All the loving darts and all the footnotes propelled...
Antje Elisa Carrel16 nov. 2018Manasseh A jar with a familiar chequered lid has sat on the desk to become a bid How long will it remain untouched? How long will it remain...
Antje Elisa Carrel16 nov. 2018Ayes against educational privilegesLeaving the debating chambers through the right-hand side of the door they voted against the entrenched and prolonged inequalities...
Antje Elisa Carrel15 nov. 2018Fear of loss As I sat in the coral armchair, two or possibly three tissues in my right hand, These three words resonated in my head: fear of loss,...
Antje Elisa Carrel13 nov. 2018Confronted for my lack of confrontationConfronted for my lack of confrontation Not only was I faced with the very action avoided But also with the blatant artistry of my...
Antje Elisa Carrel12 nov. 2018De génération en générationMarilynne m’a dit que d’espérer n’est qu’au fond rien d’autre que de projeter son amour en avant Bernard m’a enseigné que d’aimer n’est...
Antje Elisa Carrel11 nov. 2018Remembering Silence followed, as people closed their eyes the sound of a military trumpet behind their ears solemnity spread rapidly among their...
Antje Elisa Carrel10 nov. 2018The control of one mere thingSlippery, nothing concrete; one’s own reality has embraced a state of limbo unwillingly the ice cream in front of you having come to...
Antje Elisa Carrel9 nov. 2018Liminal placesLiminal places, light and darkness in our surrounding When speaking with honesty leads us to great calamity Our Father, exalted One, may...
Antje Elisa Carrel8 nov. 2018What if life was not an alignment of facts?Sitting in a classroom by a window wide open My eyes could but look out into the horizon Lake Geneva, boasting about its backdrop: the...
Antje Elisa Carrel7 nov. 2018All things come to passWhen the yellow leaves turn brown When the dry soil cries for rain When the skin of your summer feet crackles When the flames in the oven...
Laëtitia Bapst7 nov. 2018Market Haul 3: les chouxEn novembre, les tomates, les courgettes, les poivrons, bref, ces légumes charismatiques de l’été, c’est bien fini ! Ce matin, mon mari...
Antje Elisa Carrel6 nov. 2018We’ll always have ParisHow to translate the perfection of an instant, when words disenchant the very reality? Beauty in its rawest nature filling people’s minds...
Antje Elisa Carrel5 nov. 2018From now on be my partnerA father figure around a dining table, wanting to share a life’s lesson with an eighteen- year-old: talents, you see, we’ve all received,...