I will never forget // how quickly your scooter sped down the hill
The Rumen is a collaboration between writers and poets 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.
By Anya Reeve
The smoke tasted on my tongue that morning, mingled with fresh bite of air. Once on my tongue, the sapidity of ashing wood exhaled from my breath and nostrils. Clear, oh so clear.
By Matt Gulley
a quick search, a type and tap // or a phone-sought friend, at longest last
Tears roll down his cheeks, as Ray stares at the uneaten cheeseburger, cold and congealing on his plate
By Cecil Morris
The embryo that bloomed ectopic in the wife // who left me would be 45 this year and lives // in the cryogenic regions of my brain
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