“The work in Ruminate nourishes me personally and creatively and helps me retain some hope in the face of our contemporary cultural climate. Never didactic and always with a subtle hand, Ruminate speaks to the human heart in uncompromisingly empathetic ways and is brimming with spirit and unvarnished beauty.”
—John Sibley Williams, poet and Ruminate contributor
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For thirteen years, Ruminate has nourished and inspired people in their artistic and contemplative lives. We publish over 170 writers and artists each year, including many emerging and new writers who make their debut in our pages. The work we publish has been recognized by national anthologies such as Best American Essays, Best New Poets, Best American Short Stories, and The Pushcart Prize. As we consider the future of Ruminate, we have identified a need to build a community of supporters invested in the long-term sustainability of our operations.
We are launching a five-day campaign that starts today to raise the critical funds we need to carry us confidently into the future.I’d like to ask you to consider giving a $5 monthly gift in support of our campaign—Comm-UNITY: Come together for Ruminate.
For the price of a cup of coffee, you can invest in Ruminate’s long-term financial sustainability and become our partner in strategic growth. Your monthly gift becomes a cornerstone in the foundation that we hope to build.Our goal is to add 300 new monthly donors by July 15th
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I'm grateful for the privilege of working with this brave community of artists, writers, and contemplatives, and I hope that you will become a part of a foundation that can sustain Ruminate for many years to come.
Thank you for walking with us,
Brianna Van Dyke
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I know now what it means to be full to bursting with eager limbs, tears, and milk. I know, too, what it means to stretch something open with my own fullness by way of desire.
Without hesitation, he brings the cup to his fleshy lips, tipping it back, gulping audibly, his Adam’s apple moving like a mouse beneath a blanket. That nothing may be lost.
Now you have a delicate moth clawing its way up your hand. Beneath it, stone fruit, ripe. You think of Persephone. You wonder how much of love ends in transaction, an exchange.