Tag Archives: Rachel Simons

was the Spurzheim head shipped out, to East London. It had been swaddled carefully by the gentile maid, but so had everything else. She carefully packed Bubbe’s furs with tissue wrapped around every button, Marjoram, koper, parsley stuffed into pockets. … Continue reading →

On the day we found the mouse in the bath, I wanted to call the police. Just in case there was any suspicion of wrongdoing. He was so small that at first I thought he was the shadow of the … Continue reading →

Someday a girl will pick up a rabbit, soft as her grandmother’s blusher brush. Her little fingers will stroke the hard triangle of his nose, brush backwards to reveal the clotted cream hair underneath. She will ask us, “Have you … Continue reading →

Looms dragging red kisses on the inside of the knees we clutched to our chests by night. As Penelope and her girls unpicked theirs we dreamt of ours, under the weft-side of the sky. The girl had weaved for just … Continue reading →

“Perpetrators have different personae, It’s recognised by law,” I tell the taxi driver with “YOUNG MUM KILLED BY ‘CHARMING’ EX” folded in two on the seat. Her face is obscured with his crossword guesses. He already has some pretty strong … Continue reading →

It occurred to me days after, that we were different. On the foot-weathered steps we saw a German couple (we guessed from the glasses). They looked nice, craning their necks to fit faces last dance close into the viewfinder. I … Continue reading →