The Journey Continues

 

THE JOURNEY CONTINUES

As of November 5, 2026, my poetry blog has received 400,000 visits and counting.

In this time of VPN, we can’t say whether or not visit counts from various countries match the actual number of visits from those individual countries, respectively. Still, here are the numbers, in thousands,

 

United States 

137.4

Singapore 

47.9

Philippines 

35.4

Hong Kong 

22.5

Brazil 

21.3

Germany 

13.8 

Vietnam 

13.1

India 

7.07

United Kingdom 

6.50

Canada 

Sweden 

6.25

...and others

 

 

The Journey Continues

 

THE JOURNEY CONTINUES

As of July 23, 2026, my poetry blog has received 310,000 visits and counting.

In this time of VPN, we can’t say whether or not visit counts from various countries match the actual number of visits from those individual countries, respectively. Still, here are the numbers, in thousands,

 

United States 

90.6

Singapore 

44.3

Philippines 

34.8

Hong Kong 

22.0

Brazil 

16.7

Vietnam 

11.3

Sweden 

6.21

India 

5.79

Canada 

5.72

United Kingdom 

5.34

...and others

Hiking Trail through Pine Forest

Writer’s Rock

  

WRITER’S ROCK 

I closed my eyes and became a boulder.

Hours passed, I grew older, colder.

I opened my eyes, I know not when

Exactly—awake, a human being again.

Moeraki boulder

The Journey Continues

 

THE JOURNEY CONTINUES

As of October 14, 2025, my poetry blog has received 230,000 visits and counting.

In this time of VPN, we can’t say whether or not visit counts from various countries match the actual number of visits from those individual countries, respectively. Still, here are the numbers, in thousands,

 

United States 

78.1

Philippines 

34.0

Singapore 

29.2

Hong Kong 

18.7

Brazil 

11.1

Sweden 

5.84

Canada 

4.76

Vietnam 

4.66

India 

4.03

United Kingdom 

3.81

...and others

 

Sonnet

 

SONNET

 

I have never written a sonnet, and I never would,

But for the memory of our love I will write one to remember.

You are eternal summer—lovely, temperate, good—

I will love you countless ways, and after death, better.

I love you close, as your hand on my chest is my hand,

Or as your eyes, the sweet moment I fall asleep, close.

I love you white, as a desert of pure, relentless sand,

Or green, as the mountain heights of fresh water flows.

You are the bursting hope of dawn, dusk in luminous desire.

You are the abounding body of a river, rain falling to console.

You are William’s immortal fancy, Elizabeth Barrett’s fire,

Pablo’s darkling secret between the shadow and the soul.

Forswear my foolish oath—it is folly to say never!

Our sonnet and our love will now abide forever.

 

Our sonnet and our love will now abide forever.