December 01, 2022
She Was Never the Birds
Heavy bodies fall into me as the train brakes and then jerks forward. At each stop, it lets out a prolonged shriek like that of a fussy child. There is a map nailed to the wall that resembles the inside of the human body: green, red, and blue veins overlapping each other. Beside it, an advertisement that reads, rediscover yourself, your destination awaits. The letters are printed over an ...
October 28, 2022
You Can Say Sorry
They don’t come home for all sorts of reasons. Some explanations feel legitimate, others courteous; some are downright lies, but what are you to do? My daughter Jeanie was meant to come home last Friday, but she didn’t. She called saying she got caught up at work and didn’t have time to pack. Her clothes were dirty, and she needed to put them through the wash.
I said, “You know, home ...
October 11, 2022
Steven W. Adams is a photographer and filmmaker currently living in Jacksonville Florida. He holds a B.S. from the University of North Florida. Photos of his have been published in The Huffington Post as well as Bloomberg Businessweek. He was a runner-up for The Lucie Foundations Emerging Artists Scholarship. You can keep up with his work via his website.
Day'Shawna Courtney: In 2021, The Adroit Journal received ...
October 05, 2022
The Boy in the High-Top Converses
There are a pair of high-top Converses at Four-Points intersection dangling off the telephone wires. The sneakers were white once but aren’t anymore, just a washed-out gray, heavier from soaking up however many rains that came through since they first landed there. The sneakers don’t even swing because of those rains, but rest, a bit lopsided. The tops are tattered, and the ...
