The Rumen
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Prose
Version of a Version
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.
Family Bonding
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.
By Ryan Tan
How to Catch a Woman with Shoes
“Hey, man,” came the voice. “You want a woman? Twenty dollars.”
Meats and Cheeses for Jesus
Tuesday night, I'm settling down on the fold-out couch and my phone dings.
By Travis Flatt
Poetry
Captain Knowledge
The poet laureate of Lake County // was a guy named R // who never published a thing
By Jon Bennett
Flotsam, F Sharp, and Road Rage
Broken dolls bob and sink // and bob again, hair streaming // with weeds and sand.
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
Dreaming in the Round
It is in poetry that the idea of the genius—that unit of specific and particular capability—arrives in its fullest form.
Chat Bot Poet
The first thing you will notice is my sentient awareness. This is also a program.
Chemo in November: FAQ
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.
By Nat Kishchuk
Captain Knowledge
The poet laureate of Lake County // was a guy named R // who never published a thing
By Jon Bennett
Flotsam, F Sharp, and Road Rage
Broken dolls bob and sink // and bob again, hair streaming // with weeds and sand.
Version of a Version
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.
Family Bonding
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.
By Ryan Tan
How to Catch a Woman with Shoes
“Hey, man,” came the voice. “You want a woman? Twenty dollars.”
Meats and Cheeses for Jesus
Tuesday night, I'm settling down on the fold-out couch and my phone dings.
By Travis Flatt
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.