The Rumen

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Prose

poem
[short story]

Recently, I came home from work and found a notice on my door informing me that maintenance had been in my apartment. I was glad.


poem
[flash fiction]

Ryan hid his sweating hands in the pocket of his jacket. Felt the smooth surface of the object within, the reassurance of its presence.


poem
[short story]

Not one drop dampened the ground. The dirt as dry as ever. A one-lane blacktop road led from the trailer, winding like a rattlesnake down into the valley. No rainwater gathered on the pavement and Freddie’s eyes burned from the sun.


poem
[short story]

What was he, the kind of teacher he never believed could actually exist?


poem
[short story]

Or would you prefer darkness?



Poetry

Two children have soaked each other with water guns, arms lethargic in the heat
[free verse]

Two children have soaked each other with water guns, arms lethargic in the heat


Come every blackboard and shoreline
[free verse]

Come every blackboard and shoreline



About Us

The Rumen is a collaboration between writers, poets, and artists from a variety of demographics and backgrounds. Like the guts of an ungulate, we want The Rumen to be a space for ideas and experiences to digest, ferment, and transform.

We are especially interested in publishing contributors from historically underrepresented people groups.

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Articles

[Memoir][Creative Non-Fiction]

You should expect that it will be dark outside most of the time. You may have been woken from warm woolly dreams. Branches might be whipping your window.


[opinion]

Negotiating the rapidly evolving modern romantic landscape... in style.


For her forty-sixth birthday, Sara’s brother and sister gave her a rubber cow about a half inch long.


[editorial]

An examination of the August 12 riots that shook Charlottesville, VA, by someone who probably shouldn't have been there in the first place


Recently, I came home from work and found a notice on my door informing me that maintenance had been in my apartment. I was glad.
[short story]

Recently, I came home from work and found a notice on my door informing me that maintenance had been in my apartment. I was glad.


Ryan hid his sweating hands in the pocket of his jacket. Felt the smooth surface of the object within, the reassurance of its presence.
[flash fiction]

Ryan hid his sweating hands in the pocket of his jacket. Felt the smooth surface of the object within, the reassurance of its presence.


Two children have soaked each other with water guns, arms lethargic in the heat
[free verse]

Two children have soaked each other with water guns, arms lethargic in the heat


You should expect that it will be dark outside most of the time. You may have been woken from warm woolly dreams. Branches might be whipping your window.
[Memoir][Creative Non-Fiction]

You should expect that it will be dark outside most of the time. You may have been woken from warm woolly dreams. Branches might be whipping your window.


Not one drop dampened the ground. The dirt as dry as ever. A one-lane blacktop road led from the trailer, winding like a rattlesnake down into the valley. No rainwater gathered on the pavement and Freddie’s eyes burned from the sun.
[short story]

Not one drop dampened the ground. The dirt as dry as ever. A one-lane blacktop road led from the trailer, winding like a rattlesnake down into the valley. No rainwater gathered on the pavement and Freddie’s eyes burned from the sun.


Come every blackboard and shoreline
[free verse]

Come every blackboard and shoreline


About Us

The Rumen is a collaboration between writers, poets, and artists from a variety of demographics and backgrounds. Like the guts of an ungulate, we want The Rumen to be a space for ideas and experiences to digest, ferment, and transform.

We are especially interested in publishing contributors from historically underrepresented people groups.

About Us

Social Media

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