In Simone Lappert’s poetry, thoughts grow moss and the moon glows silicon-bright. Love tastes of quince, disaster of strawberry, and the poet asks herself, asks us: tell me, how do you get through the winter without a future? 

These are poems about departures, yearnings, self-determination and the fragile present, concentrating all the senses and materialising all sense in texts full of beauty, wisdom and wit.