Poems by Ivana Djiya (@localhotdad)

[[[Naomi’s note. September 22, 2021. Today is sweet Ivana’s twenty-third birthday. Later tonight I will see her and smooch her ethereal face, though for now, let me introduce you to some of Ivana’s poems that read like silken incantations cast into the walls of the writer’s bedroom. Here are moments from a life of unrest, genesis, promise: the solitude of a perpetual dusk.]]]