In 1983, poet and then editor at the Cutbank Review, Jon Davis, sent me a 7-page handwritten letter in response to my submission. He wanted to introduce me to a poet named Philip Levine. He said my style reminded him of his. He wrote out this entire poem for me and thus changed my life. From then on I had a light in the distant black, a beacon straight out ahead of me urging me on. Philip Levine was my mentor. May his physical body find some kind of peace as his soul of words continues to illuminate, rescue, exhilarate and soothe.
“rising through the layers
of darkness into the final moonless atmosphere
that was this world”
Belle Isle 1949 by Philip Levine