author: Paul Scully

  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Undoubting Thomas

    • Paul Scully
    • 27 May 2019

    I closed my eyes to draw new thought. When I reopened them an empty stone slab lay before me in a cavern rough-hollowed but flooded with a light that had penetrated its roof. Mary hovered in the light, as a gull is both sea and air, in a flowing robe, her outstretched hand bearing the cincture I would need to recount the mystery to the others.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Our Lady of the Trap Door Spider

    • Paul Scully
    • 19 August 2014
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    Outside rituals, the salvation of small actions behind closed doors like the spider, my childhood friend, the silence returns, the woods of earlier times thin around me, my own tree shrinks back to its roots.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Lost and found

    • Paul Scully
    • 29 June 2010
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    He pushed the bulges of his shoulder blades .. into the worn padding and realised how stooped he was — too much sitting, hunching forward in expectation? .. No crane would admit to a neck like that! .. But skin still smooth, like his father's, in his nineties what's more.

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