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Tracy Rogers
Tracy M. Rogers, Editor and Creative Architect for The Aurora Review, is a photographer, writer, and web designer. She grew up in Fayetteville, Arkansas and holds a history degree from the University of Arkansas.
Experience:
2006 - present Rootsworld Freelance Music Reviewer
2006 - present Hybrid Magazine Staff Music Reviewer
2006 - present Arkansas Democrat-Gazette Northwest Profiles Freelance Writer.
Editor and Designer.
2004 - present
The Aurora Review: An Eclectic Literary and Cultural Magazine
2001-2003
University of New Mexico Department of History Graduate Assistant
Selected Publications & Acceptances:
Poetry published in Poetry Kit, Prism Quarterly, Mastodon Dentist, Muscadine Lines: A Southern Journal, Poesia, Clara Venus, The Wandering Hermit Review, and The Pen.
Photography published in Spire, Abalone Moon, Dogwood Journal, Crimson Feet, Voices Literary Magazine, Sein und Werden, and The Pebble Lake Review.
Reviews, Features, and Editorials published in The Aurora Review, Rootsworld, and Hybrid Magazine.
Training:
2001-2003 University of New Mexico at Albuquerque. Post-graduate work
2000 University of Arkansas at Fayetteville. B.A., History
Websites:
www.theaurorareview.com
www.tracymrogers.com
Tel: 479-283-2397
Email: deaeterna@gmail.com
The Aurora Review
P.O. Box 9922 Fayetteville, Arkansas 72703
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The Aurora Review was founded in July 2004 to bring together often mutually exclusive cultural forms -- poetry, fiction, music, opinion, and visual art -- in order to comment on the human experience and give marginal and upcoming artists a place for their voices to be heard. Eclecticism quickly became The Aurora Review's watchword, not only because of the variety of artistic expressions within its pages, but also because of the heterogeneous nature of the editors' tastes and fancies.
By exposing unique artistic voices to the world through an eclectic array of original work and critical evaluation of cultural media, The Aurora Review strives to cultivate a forum for intercultural and cross-genre interaction among artists and readers alike. To encourage and foster this relationship between artist and audience, The Aurora Review provides free unlimited access and relies on the voluntary support of readers.
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Sacred Lands
Out along I-40, heading west, 90 MPH
Through North Texas and New Mexico,
Where the desert sucks
The water vapor from the hot sticky southern air
Where the oaks and maples dare not grow
And the cacti and sagebrush flourish
The sky takes a deeper hue and the clouds
Disappear into the blue, along the fiery horizon
The deep brown earth turns orange and red
Scorched from the blazing midday sun
As far as the eye can see, glistening sand
Where the true Americans once roamed
And buried their dead, among the wandering coyotes
Who circle their bones, along the desert plains
A great expanse knowing no end, except for the solitary plateau
In the distance, worn and weathered by sharp desert winds
And sand storms that make your lips feel gritty
And clog your lungs and eyes with dirt
Until you're blind and gasping for clean air
And on the tiny gray ribbon, through the middle of nowhere
A solitary red Oldsmobile, sparkling in the sun Like a ruby in a sea of fire, the heat from the sun
Burns a hole in the windshield, her skin turns red
No exits for miles around, no radio stations coming through
Only silence and static and the cries up above of
Black vultures, with wide wings casting a shadow on the ground
Circling overhead, waiting for the charred flesh and bones
Of the few who dare to trespass on sacred lands. |
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