A YA fantasy by Emily Devenport and Ernest Hogan

Friday, January 20, 2017


Chicanonautica suggests that President Donald Trump is going to Arizonaize the U.S.A., over at La Bloga.

Looks like we're going to be in for a lot of this:

Businessmen getting into politics is nothing new in Arizona:

Sometimes it can get out of this world:

But, it's just the same old snake-oil:

Friday, January 13, 2017


To kick off the new year, just ahead of the unleashing of the Trump administration, I’m appearing in Mithila Review: A Speculative Arts & Culture Magazine. Speculative Arts & Culture? Is that what I’ve been doing all these years? And I thought I was just stirring up trouble . . .

I’m taking part in a Latin American Science Fiction Fantasy & Horror round table discussion with Carlos Hernandez, David Bowles, Sabrina Vourvoulias, Silvia Moreno-Garcia & William Alexander. They all have interesting things to say about the Latinoid speculative writing experience. And I shoot my mouth off, so don’t miss it.

But that’s not all!

They’re also publishing “Gringos,” a chapter from High Aztech that makes for a kick-but, stand-alone read, and that has taken on a stronger impact in light of recent political developments in the good old U.S. of A.

It's free online, available to read on iBooks, Android, and Kindle, and you can get it as an epub or mobi ebook if you support them through Patreon.

Monday, January 9, 2017


Stephen Michael Barnes arranged some of my recent tweets into a short story:

"Why? Because I can. I dedicate this to you, Ernie, and Em, for your art, your imagination, and your quantum strangeness."


So far, so good . . .
I dreamed that my grandparents were teaching blues guitar riffs to my wife and me.
Always a little more going on than I'm ready to deal with . . .
After midnight, the mariachis played until it started raining.
Upstairs, a homeless woman typed a frantic message on a counter-terrorism website.
At the library, a kid in a Mexican wrestler mask sat perfectly still in front of a computer.
Always a little more going on than I'm ready to deal with . . .
My afternoon was adventurous. Life is good. Crazy, but . . .The end of 2016 is near . . .
Was that a real gun that busboy was wearing? Could be. This is Arizona, after all . . .
I indulged my reading habit today. "APOCALYPTOGENESIS NOW."
Time to unwind . . . Okay, now back to whateverthehell was supposed to be going on . . .
The night smells like lighter fluid. . .

Friday, January 6, 2017


Chicanonautica reviews LOM Book Two at La Bloga.

It's beyond the latest lowriders:

Road warriorish:


With that aldelita spirit!

Thursday, December 29, 2016


I found a security breach as we were leaving. A snail had gotten inside the shutters of our living room window.

As we headed north, clouds brushed the mountain tops. The rain had created impromptu rivers and waterfalls. I kept expecting to see a yeti hitchhiking to Shangri-La.

We had breakfast under two Kent Bash prints at the Galaxy Diner. Kent did illustrations and covers for Amazing Stories when Elinor Mavor was editor, back when she bought my first published story. Make way for the Synchronicity Express . . .

We ended up in Flagstaff because we took a wrong turn turn as Em told me of her recent sacred apocalyptic kachina dreams.

There was foamy, café au lait water everywhere.

Later we had burgers at the Cowboy Club in Sedona. Was that a real gun that busboy was wearing? Could be. This is Arizona, after all . . .

In a shop window down the street, we saw Christmas lights made from shotgun shells. At the motel we caught the news that Trump wanted more nukes. What a brave, new world . . .

The wi-fi stopped working. A hard rain was a-falling.

The next morning we watched the sun slowly illuminate the fantastic view out our window. We sipped coffee and snubbed the news. Clouds caressed the red rocks. Colors grew more intense.

Clouds embraced the hills all over. Sedona had become Shangri-La. We had breakfast at the Coffee Pot, watched over by kachinas. Any yetis must have been in disguise.
Some of the busboys wore post-manbun poofs like the topknots in High Aztech.

We saw a big, fat rainbow. It ended in the middle of a street. There was no sign of a pot of gold.

On a twisty mountain road, we saw a white pickup that was flying a full-size American flag. But then, maybe it was something else – instead of red, white, and blue, it was black and white. A political statement? The banner of a new nation? A visitor from an alternate universe?

In Jerome there was a hand-painted sign saying GOD HELP US, and building labeled GRUMP TOWER.

We drove home under low clouds, taking a “scenic route” that was often totally obscured as we drove through the clouds, into a mysterious white void, to the future, and home.

Friday, December 23, 2016


Paco Cohen has hijacked Chicanonatuica, over at La Bloga.

It's all about Mars (sort of):


21st century normal:

And Latin@ Rising (formerly spelled Latino/a Rising):

Tuesday, December 13, 2016


Look, I got mine! You should get yours, or even give them for gifts this season!

That's Latin@ Rising: An Anthology of Latin@ Science Fiction and Fantasy, edited by Matthew David Goodwin, with an introduction by Frederick Luis Aldama, with a wonderful selection of imaginative fiction by authors of the Latinoid diaspora including, Kathleen Alcalá,
Sabrina Vourvoulias, Junot Díaz, Daniel José Older, others you'll be glad to know, and – oh yeah – me.

Here's your chance to read, “Flying Under the Texas Radar with Paco and Los Freetails,” another adventure of Paco Cohen, Mariachi of Mars. This one's a prequel about his early life in Texas, and why he decided to take off for Mars. And it's suddenly timely!

So buy it now, while this sort of thing is still legal!

Friday, December 9, 2016


The Terrible Twelves on Tapastic is announced in Chicanonautica, at LaBloga.

It's the story of a young Chicana:

Who has monster problems:

In a new frontier for books:

You can read it on your phone:

Monday, December 5, 2016


The Terrible Twelves cover art by INOGART

You can now read -- with the help of modern technology -- a new novel by me, and my wife the fabulous Emily Devenport.

It’s called TheTerrible Twelves, a YA about Bea Garcia, a girl from a Chicano family, who starts getting attacked by a monster on her twelfth birthday, so she has to go live with her aunt and uncle in Arizona. Then she finds out just how unusual her family is . . .

(Note: The Terrible Twelves is a work of fiction. It is NOT based on a true story. Any resemblances to persons or families living or dead are purely coincidental!)

And it’s not a book or an ebook, or even an audiobook! You can read The Terrible Twelves through the modern miracle of Tapastic -- a website that now features mostly comics, but is expanding into other things. Once you get the app, a whole new universe of entertainment is open to you.

Yes, this is another experiment on the new frontiers of publishing, in the tradition of BrainpanFallout, because we’re such hearty pioneers.

Monday, November 28, 2016


First, let me take this time on Cyber Monday to ask you to consider buying and giving my books during this seasonal consumer orgy. Now, for an important message . . .

Honestly, it was just me, all by myself. I'm extremely proud of the fact that I wrote my first published novel as a solo effort. Just look at all the editions of it. None of them list anybody as the author but me.

But still, it keeps showing up on the interwebs, Cortez on Jupiter, listed as being by Katherine S. Hogan as well as yours truly.

No. Wrong. I am a the sole author of Cortez on Jupiter! I never even met Katherine S. Hogan, much less wrote a book with her. And once someone made the assumption that she was my wife, and said so online, to add to the confusion.

Katherine S. seems to be a nice person. According to her Amazon Author Page she's a former high school teacher, has written three editions of Barron's GED Writing Workbook, and Take the Lead: Make Youth Sports What They Were Meant to Be, and lives in Virginia with her four children. All noble pursuits.

I have never been anywhere near Virginia.

And please don't bother her about this. Chances are it wasn't her fault. Somewhere along the line, somebody put the wrong Hogan down in the wrong space, and now she's listed as my co-author on sleazy little websites that will probably put insidious malware on your computer, just like those ones that offer free PDF ripoffs of my books.

It's best to stay away from that stuff.

And I had thought I had taken care of this years ago, but it keeps popping up, Guess I have to keep on explaining it . . . what a world, what a world . . .