Carl Hancock Rux


Articles by Carl Hancock Rux

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Monday November 26

On the Avenue

I didn’t know him, but he knew me. He knew Harlem, he knew poetry, he knew Jesus, and he knew my mother. He knew sin. I did not know him, but when I first read him, he knew me. This excerpt comes from “The Fire Next Time”: I became during my fourteenth year, for the