What was 1996? And what is it to us who now stand steeped in the pathogen and plastic and paranoia of now? Twenty-five years ago, gas was cheap and college was relatively…
The editors of The Adroit Journal are thrilled to announce the winners of the 2021…
There was a time when the surest sign of my affection was a mixtape: laboriously recorded with a plastic old-school cassette player, meticulously hand-labelled with each song and artist, and then given…
Is there such a thing as too much good poetry? My uncle, who made a…
In his sophomore poetry collection, Andrés Cerpa’s sequence of fragments, letters, and lyrical reflections grapple with grief, love, and the manner in which the process of healing can turn ruin into moments…