With a black-handled knife cut three pieces of earth by Susanne Dyckman

I sleep with a wish so the smudge of hope will be on my lips at dawn. I have carved out a
space in a cloud where I’ve written a name. Those I come from I must repeat. I put my
feet on the floor, I open a door. We are all to be headed in some direction, of course we
know the end but we are turned around twice along the way when not watching the sun
Susanne Dyckman is the author of two full-length collections of poetry, equilibrium’s form (Shearsman Books) and A Dark Ordinary (Furniture Press Books), as well as several chapbooks. A past editor of both Five Fingers Review and Instance Press, she has also taught in the Creative Writing departments of the University of San Francisco and San Francisco State University. Born in Chicago and raised in Philadelphia, she now lives and writes in the San Francisco Bay area.