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January 08, 2023

Observation - January 8th, 2023, Sunday

the maple’s face is covered in snow

outside my window

bare branches like twisted-fingers

in the freezing cold 


 

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Observation - January 8th

On this day in the 1656 of the common era (CE), the oldest surviving commercial newspaper, "Weeckelycke Courante van Europa", now known as "Haarlems Dagblad" (still in print), begins publication in Haarlem, The Netherlands.

In 1790 CE the first United States President George Washington delivers the first State of the Union address, two hundred and two years later the forty-first President of the United States, George H. W. Bush while attending a state dinner in Japan, vomits in the Japanese Prime Minister’s lap.

In the year 1835 CE, the United States national debt reaches $0 for the first and only time in history.

In the year 1902 CE, New York state assemblyman Francis G. ​Landon gets a bill passed to criminalize the behavior of men who turn around on a public street and "look at a woman in that way." Two years later Pope Pius X bans the wearing of low cut dresses by women in the presence of churchmen.

In 1968 CE Jacques Cousteau's first undersea special airs on a United States television network.

In 2016 CE David Bowie's 26th and final studio album "Blackstar" is released, it is Bowie’s 69th birthday; the album enters the charts at #1…David Bowie passed away two days later.

 

 

January 07, 2023

Observation - January 7th, 2023, Saturday

it is cold

the furnace went out

 

it is eighteen degrees outside in the city

there are poor people sleeping in tents

          beneath newspapers

 

the morning sun is pale in a silver sky

my fingers are stiff…but not from typing

 

the sound of the space-heater fills the room

pushing cold air through hot coils

the smell of electricity touches everything

 

the red kettle comes to boil

its sharp whistle pierces the

white blanket of noise that

clings to me

 

promising something warm to hold

hot coffee from the French press

pushing through the chilly gloom

 

A close-up of a tea pot and a mug

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