The Red Disk

Tim Adams

—for Joan Miro

one does not
blanch
a river’s
milk in
a trench


See: Joan Miro's painting "The Red Disc"

Tim Adams has been a beetle, crow, mountain lion, seashell, gust of wind, cathedral spire, a chant in the middle of night, a wooden drum by the river, a still filled then emptied, a human so human it cannot bear its humanity. A playwright, poet, word sculptor, rhythmic music maker and more, his work has been published in various journals (not dissimilar to this one) & can be found on Nationtimesyndrome.com & @spaceadams on insta. Love the world and she loves you back—that's a good way to end this, he decides.

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