The Rumen

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Prose

poem
[short story]

Gurney wheels squeak. Rolling into a shiny, white room, glinting scopes and hardware, knobs, levers, and wires. Flipping on my back, IV’ed, masked up, the anesthetist turns a red faucet knob.


poem
[flash fiction]

The girls found a floating longan tree at Kheam Hock Park. It had no roots, just a trunk that stopped a metre above the ground.


poem
[short story]

“Hey, man,” came the voice. “You want a woman? Twenty dollars.”


poem
[short story]

Tuesday night, I'm settling down on the fold-out couch and my phone dings.


poem
[short story]

When Cassidy was twelve she opened her father’s laptop to a porn video.



Poetry

The poet laureate of Lake County // was a guy named R // who never published a thing
[free verse]

The poet laureate of Lake County // was a guy named R // who never published a thing


Broken dolls bob and sink // and bob again, hair streaming // with weeds and sand.
[free verse]

Broken dolls bob and sink // and bob again, hair streaming // with weeds and sand.


Mother nature is an abode for all
[free verse]

Mother nature is an abode for all



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]

Hiding out from the Police and Taking Nature Photography in the Hills


[opinion]

It is in poetry that the idea of the genius—that unit of specific and particular capability—arrives in its fullest form.


The first thing you will notice is my sentient awareness. This is also a program.


[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.


The poet laureate of Lake County // was a guy named R // who never published a thing
[free verse]

The poet laureate of Lake County // was a guy named R // who never published a thing


Broken dolls bob and sink // and bob again, hair streaming // with weeds and sand.
[free verse]

Broken dolls bob and sink // and bob again, hair streaming // with weeds and sand.


Gurney wheels squeak. Rolling into a shiny, white room, glinting scopes and hardware, knobs, levers, and wires. Flipping on my back, IV’ed, masked up, the anesthetist turns a red faucet knob.
[short story]

Gurney wheels squeak. Rolling into a shiny, white room, glinting scopes and hardware, knobs, levers, and wires. Flipping on my back, IV’ed, masked up, the anesthetist turns a red faucet knob.


The girls found a floating longan tree at Kheam Hock Park. It had no roots, just a
trunk that stopped a metre above the ground.
[flash fiction]

The girls found a floating longan tree at Kheam Hock Park. It had no roots, just a trunk that stopped a metre above the ground.


Mother nature is an abode for all
[free verse]

Mother nature is an abode for all


“Hey, man,” came the voice. “You want a woman? Twenty dollars.”
[short story]

“Hey, man,” came the voice. “You want a woman? Twenty dollars.”


Tuesday night, I'm settling down on the fold-out couch and my phone dings.
[short story]

Tuesday night, I'm settling down on the fold-out couch and my phone dings.


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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