place writing Archives • Michael Wilson

The Moon has nothing to tell

I It’s Friday 12th December 2025. The moon brings light into darkness; reflected light from the sun. It’s sitting above me now as I write at my desk in the loft under two thin layers of roof. Later when I go to the farthest point of the garden, I’ll see the off-kilter half-moon hanging…

Voices of the Earth

I It’s a frosty morning on the Spring Equinox, the tipping-point to brighter days. I’m walking to a stone circle at Duddo, in Northumberland, to commune again with the stones. Once through the gate into a field, I walk the mile or so of neat hawthorn hedgerow on my right, the mystery of life…