I’d spent the best of the brisk evening at Camelot discussing art, literature, Detroit, and the direction of my novel with my good friend and confidante, (Ypsilanti poet) Nina Simmone. It was getting late and Nina opened another bottle of wine while I looked through her small collection of books, searching for something to soothe my dreary …
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