“The book American Gods wishes it was.” --Despina Durand

Wednesday, November 25, 2020


 What a year! And now were hurtling into the Holidaze—today Día de los Guajoltes--AND the world is still stark, raving descompesto. As I look back, I made some progress, and got published in spite of the apocalyptic turmoil. So, I should remind you of this so you can participate in the annual winter consumer orgy that is just about all that is left of civilization on this planet.

Before we dive into the naked capitalism, here’s something you can read for free, my story “Tomorrow is Another Daze,” part of ASU’s Center for Science and the Imagination’s Us in Flux project, and an illustration done later by J. Schiek.

Then, you can check out my Amazon page, that not only has my novels (except for Smoking Mirror Blues for some mysterious reason—I should look into that, when I get some spare time), but some other goodies that you may not know about. 

American Monsters Part 2  features “Cuca,” a tale of female masked luchadora, who finds herself in the nexus of monsters of the North American continent.

In Latinx Rising, “Flying Under the Texas Radar with Paco and Los Freetails” tells of Paco Cohen, Mariachi of Mars, who left the Lone Star State for the Red Planet.

He shows up again in “The Rise and Fall of Paco Cohen and the Mariachis of Mars” in The 2020 Look at Mars Fiction Book. I really have to get back to that novel about him . . .

If that wasn’t enough, Nine to Eternity has “The Great Mars-A-Go-Go Mexican Standoff,” a surreal, slapstick space opera.

Am I obsessed with Mars, or is it just a convenient metaphor for my native Aztlán?

Spectulative Fiction for Dreamers: A Latinx Anthology will include the previously unpublished “Those Rumors of Cannibalism and Human Sacrifice Have Been Greatly Exaggerated” and is not out yet, but I’ll be shouting about as soon as it happens.

In the meantime, may your Holidaze be happy as we soar into whateverthehell lurks beyond 2020 . . .

Thursday, November 19, 2020



Latinx Science Fiction is zooming into Chicanonautica, over at La Bloga.

It was because of an exhibit of zines:

About Latinx:

Science fiction:

And futures:

Wednesday, November 11, 2020


We’re going to be in the middle of another quixotic pandemic road trip by the time you read this. We are compelled to such things. Besides, we could use a break. 

We won’t know who won the election, but we will be either celebrating or licking our wounds in a different environment, away from our usual media connections. Probably a good thing.

You could get the idea that we spend most of our time traveling from this blog, but actually, we spend most of time in our humble home.

Of course, in quarantine, we’ve been working on the house and yard, urged on by the city putting a note on our door telling us that we’ll be fined if we don’t repaint. Then, the last time it was painted was before we moved in, about twenty years ago.

So things were rearranged, chopped and piled up to be thrown away.

Emily has a lot of new ideas of what she wants, but now it’s rather chaotic.

Chaos can be inspiring, creative, beautiful . . .

Thursday, November 5, 2020



Chicanonautica tells of my recent online video experiences, at La Bloga.

I hope I’m almost as inspiring as George Clayton Johnson was to me:

I read part of my story Those Rumors of Cannibalism and Human Sacrifice Have Been Greatly Exaggerated:

And there were other readings, with other writers:



Thursday, October 29, 2020



So, we approach the weekend of Días de los Muertos and Halloween.

Put them together and you get Dead Daze, like in my novel Smoking Mirror Blues.

And of course, it’s 2020, in the middle of a pandemic, and an election is looming.

It’s probably going to be different.

I’m masking up for another road trip. 


Stay tuned for details

Friday, October 23, 2020


Chicanonautica is all about voting, over at La Bloga.

Meanwhile, here’s something for all you kids:

Some advice from another old guy:

Don’t make our red states blue?

And an never say I don’t give time to opposing viewpoints:

Friday, October 16, 2020



This weekend, there will be live readings for to promote the Kickstarter for Speculative Fiction for Dreamers. It will be live at www.facebook.com/mattgoodwin6, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, 7 PM – 7:50 PM (EST).


Sunday, I’ll be reading a teaser from my story, “Those Rumors of Cannibalism and Human Sacrifice Have Been Greatly Exaggerated.”


But it’s not all about me, other writers will be reading:


Myths and Magics: Friday, October 16


Karlo Yeager Rodriguez

Julia Rios

Sabrina Vourvoulias

Tammy Melody Gomez


Dystopias and the Apocalypse: Saturday, October 17


Sara Rivera

Diana Burbano

Grisel Y. Acosta

Reyes Ramirez


Wild and Weird Fiction: Sunday, October 18


Stephanie Nina Pitsirilos

Scott Russel Duncan

and me!


View the reading, give to the Kickstarter, read the book!

Thursday, October 15, 2020



Next stop Bluff. Mike, who travels all over the country selling his wooden drum boxes at craft fairs, told us that the route Emily has planned was kind of boring, and suggested a more scenic path. We went for it. 

Along the U.S. 64, we passed some of Earthship Biotecture’s fanciful/futuristic houses--another place that would be great for low-budget sci-fi filmmaking. Next time, we’ll take time to stop and do some photos. According to their website they do nightly rentals. Hmm . . .

Later, we passed a house that had a dummy, all in white, hanging from a noose on its gate. We kept moving.

Chama triggered some of Margaret’s memories. She talked about a car accident she was in there back in the Fifties. 

When we got onto the 84, there was a sign: CARNIVORES CUSTOM MEAT PROCESSING.

And then, Colorado. Mike was right. It was pretty scenic.

Emily pulled over at Pagosa Springs (WORLD’S DEEPEST HOT SPRINGS --ESTABLISHED 1891), because she wanted to fill our tank, but Mike warned that cheaper gas could be found further on. The water in the river was clear, so he stopped to do some fishing. 

Past Durango, there was a TRUMP/PENCE sign; the lower half was a stenciled message about bulls and cows for sale.

In Cortez, there was a Colorado zen road sign: CAUTION VARIOUS STREETS.

Finally we reached Utah, where oil pumps sucked on the surrealistic landscape.

Emily slowed down to let a scraggly-looking horse cross the road. There were others. Was this a wild herd?

In Bluff, we were the only guests at the Kokopelli Inn. The town seemed dead.

The Twin Rocks Cafe was a different experience. COVID rules apply.  Plexiglass shields have been installed. It seems to be mutating into a Native burrito bar. The Navajo tacos are still wonderful, though.

After Mike caught up with us, I got a message from Blaze Ward, inspired by a photo I posted from this trip. He asked if I’d be interested in writing about “postapocalyptic tacos” for an anthology that’s in the planning stages. Just what I need, another project. Then I started getting ideas . . .

The next morning I saw a guy who looked like the ghost of William Gaines, the creator of Mad Magazine, at the Sinclair station.


Then it was back through the Rez. A big, fat, flowing datura bush was growing by the side of the road. Actually, lots of them. 2020 was a good year for datura.

It was overcast. The colors of the fantastic geology were richer.

We kept seeing a sign:




Navajo guerrilla muralists have been busy decorating abandoned buildings. Fresh paint glowed. Usually in places where there was no easy place to park and take a picture.

We passed a car labeled: NON-EMERGENCY TRANSPORTATION.

Wonderful country. You go over a hill, and it’s another world.


At a Flagstaff gas station I filled up next to a guy with a camouflage Trump cap, while Trump’s face smiled from a sticker captioned MADE OF MONEY AND BRAIN DEAD NO FUTURE AT ALL.

Margaret was quiet. A week on the road left her tired. But she talked about wanting to do it again next year.

As we got closer to Phoenix we ran into rain.“I’m not even going to bother with the windshield wipers,” said Emily. “The only places we got rain were in Arizona.”

Friday, October 9, 2020



Chicanonautica is all about Silvia Moreno-Garcia’s Mexican Gothic, over at La Bloga.

It’s a New York Times Best Seller, and soon to be a Hulu series:

Mexican Gothic probably started back in Teotihuacán:

And can be found in Mexican movies:

And Silvia has other books, too:

Monday, October 5, 2020


Nine to Eternity, edited by M. Christian, is out in a Kindle version, with a softcover in the works. It’s a great new anthology, and there’s a story by me, “The Great Mars-A-Go-Go Mexican Standoff.” Here's a teaser:


I was all decked out in a fully articulated, interactive monster suit, ready to step in and play the lead in the classic musical comedy Gojira because the has-been soap-heart-throb that Cruzarama had cast in the role had actually – I kid you not – broken his leg in an extracurricular performance with a female passenger.

And a story by my wife, Emily Devenport, “Skin Deep.”

There’s also stories by Jody Scott, Ralph Greco Jr., Arthur Byron Cover, Cynthia Ward, David Lee Summers, Jean Marie Stein, and M. Christian.

Such a deal! Buy it now!