A YA fantasy by Emily Devenport and Ernest Hogan

Friday, April 28, 2017


Chicanonautica, over at La Bloga, announces Altermundos, still another anthology that I'm in. This time there's stuff about my work, too.

The cover is based on a Jesús Helguera painting:

And it covers a whole lotta Latinoid culture that's getting speculative:

Of course fantastic Latinoid visions are nothing new:

Maybe those visions are the future:

Monday, April 17, 2017


That's right. You can get down and dirty with entities from other worlds for just $1.99!

Well, actually, it's the Kindle and epub versions of the anthology Alien Contact edited by Marty Halpern that's on sale for $1.99.

It includes my story "Guerrilla Mural of a Siren's Song," that I later exploded into my first novel Cortez on Jupiter. A little piece of Chicano sci-fi history that you may have missed. Resistance is futile, I tell you.

And if that isn't enough, there are also stories by a whole lot of science fiction masters, who will make this worth your bucks even if I'm not your favorite writer. Just look at that cover! Those names!

This sale won't go on forever, so do it now!

Friday, April 14, 2017


There's a preview of my Five to the Future story in Chicanonautica, over at La Bloga.

I stole the title from the intro to a Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs song:

It was inspired by our newfangled sci-fi reality:

And other possibilities:

It's a real “a Chicano fiesta of multicultural caliente salsa:”

Monday, April 10, 2017


My wife, the fabulous Emily Devenport (pictured above with the Mongolian Death Worm) is at it again. Look at this announcement she posted on Facebook:

So I guess I'll stop being a weenie and just tell you guys what's going on, because I got the editing letter already and my editor has made the announcement to LOCUS, etc. I sold two SF novels to TOR: THE SERVANT and a sequel. They're based on the novelette Neil Clarke published in Clarkesworld Magazine in August 2015. It seems unlikely the whole thing will evaporate at this point, so it's an official YAY now. (Thank you for your patience).

Many thanks to Neil, because having my story available online helped to clinch the sale. : )

Here's a link to that original novelette in Clarkesworld.

Stay tuned for more details!

Monday, April 3, 2017


That's right, Five to the Future, another anthology with a new story (actually a novelette) by me has been unleashed. My contribution was inspired by the current political situation in the United States of America. It also features a character based on my infamous Calacanaut drawing/logo.

There's also a novelette by my wife, the fabulous Emily Devenport!

And much, much more!

Here's the official announcement:

Digital Parchment Services (distributed by Futures-Past Editions) and M.Christian are pleased to announce the imminent release of a brand new science fiction anthology edited by M.Christian:

Five To The Future
All New Novelettes of Tomorrow and Beyond

Featuring never-before-published work by Ernest Hogan (Locus Award Finalist), Arthur Byron Cover (Nebula Award Finalist), Emily Devenport (Boomerang Award winner), Cynthia Ward (Asimov’s SF Magazine), and M.Christian (Lambda Award Finalist):

Here’s what editor M.Christian says about this new anthology:

And here we are: a Chicano fiesta of multicultural caliente salsa from Ernest Hogan, a soul-touching tale of furry friends and bittersweet affection by Emily Devenport, a neon-highlighted 80s love letter to a classic anime by Cynthia Ward, a multi-dimensionally kaleidoscopic tale of love beyond reality by Arthur Byron Cover, and even my own modest contribution in four stories as one, about the Soviet-era practice of smuggling Western music impressed onto discarded X-rays.

About the contributors to Five To The Future:

Extensively published in science fiction, fantasy, horror, thrillers, and non-fiction, it is in erotica that M.Christian has become an acknowledged master, with more than 400 sales in such anthologies as Best American Erotica, Best Gay Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bisexual Erotica, Best Fetish Erotica, and in fact too many anthologies, magazines, and sites to name.

But M.Christian has other tricks up his literary sleeve: in addition to writing, he is a prolific and respected anthologist, having edited twenty-five anthologies to date including The Mammoth Book of Future Cops, The Mammoth Book of Tales of the Road (with Maxim Jakubowksi); Confessions, Garden of Perverse, Amazons (with Sage Vivant), and many more.

As a novelist, M.Christian has shown his versatility with books such as the queer vamp novels Running Dry and The Very Bloody Marys; the erotic romance Brushes; the science fiction erotic novel Painted Doll; and the rather controversial gay horror/thrillers Finger’s Breadth and Me2.


Arthur Byron Cover is a former bookseller, critic, and big mouth. He published several sf novels in another era. He was raised in Tazewell, Virginia, which is in Tazewell County, which was named after a man who opposed the formation of the county until he learned it was going to be named after him. He is one degree of separation from F. Scott Fitzgerald, former President Clinton, Nelson Mandela, and a whole lot of rich and famous people in liberal Hollywood, many still alive. He currently lives with his wife and six pets in the middle of nowhere called Packwood, Washington, where the elk roam and the volcanoes haven’t erupted for thirty years.


Nine of Emily Devenport’s novels were published in the US by NAL/Roc, under three pen names. She has also been published in the U.K., Italy, China, and Israel. Her novels are Shade, Larissa, Scorpianne, EggHeads, The Kronos Condition, GodHeads, Broken Time (which was nominated for the Philip K. Dick Award), Belarus, and Enemies. Her newest novels, The Night Shifters and Spirits of Glory, are in ebook form on Amazon, Smashwords, etc. She is currently working on a novel based on her popular novelette, “The Servant.”

Her short stories were published in Asimov’s SF Magazine, the Full Spectrum anthology, The Mammoth Book of Kaiju, Uncanny, Cicada , Science Fiction World, Clarkesworld, and Aboriginal SF, whose readers voted her a Boomerang Award (which turned out to be an actual boomerang). She blogs at

One day Em hopes to become a geologist. She volunteers at the Desert Botanical Garden in Phoenix and works in the Heard Museum bookstore (Books & More). She is married to artist/writer Ernest Hogan, and they live in Arizona, the Geology Capital of the World.

And she really loves cake. You should send her cake. (But not pineapple upside-down cake. That’s fake cake.)


Ernest Hogan is a six-foot tall Aztec leprechaun who was born in East LA back in the Atomic Age. His mother’s name was Garcia, and his parents weren’t aware of Ernest Hogan, the Father of Ragtime. He grew up in West Covina, considered to be one of the most boring places in California. Monster movies, comic books, and science fiction saved his life. Because he is the author of High Aztech, Smoking Mirror Blues, and Cortez on Jupiter, he is considered to be the Father of Chicano Science Fiction, though there hasn’t been any kind of DNA test. His short fiction has appeared in Amazing Stories, Analog, Science Fiction Age, and many other publications, His story “The Frankenstein Penis,” has been made into student films. He is also an artist and cartoonist. He has been recently been discovered by academia, which may bring about the end of Western Civilization. His “Chicanonautica Manifesto” appeared in Aztlan: A Journal of Chicano Studies. He is married to the writer Emily Devenport.

They live in Arizona, and enjoy exploring the Wild West. He blogs at and Currently, he’s trying to finish several novels, but keeps getting distracted by all kinds of weird shit.


Cynthia Ward has published stories in Asimov's Science Fiction, Shattered Prism, Weird Tales, Athena's Daughters (Silence in the Library Publishing), and other anthologies and magazines. Her stories "Norms" and "#rising" made the Tangent Online Recommended Reading List for 2011 and 2014. She edited the anthologies Lost Trails: Forgotten Tales of the Weird West Volumes One and Two for WolfSinger Publications, and has a pair of anthologies forthcoming in collaboration with Charles G. Waugh, the first science fiction professional she ever met. With Nisi Shawl, Cynthia co-created the groundbreaking Writing the Other fiction writers workshop and coauthored the diversity fiction-writing handbook Writing the Other: A Practical Approach (Aqueduct Press).  Her short alternate-history novel, The Adventure of the Incognita Countess, is now available from Aqueduct Press. She lives in Los Angeles, where she is not working on a screenplay.


Five To The Future will be formally released in April, 2017. Pre-release copies for review are available now by writing M.Christian:

ISBN (print): 978-1544125367
PRICE: (print) $14.99/(ebook): $2.99 (free on Amazon Unlimited)
eBook and Trade Paper Editions available April, 2017

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DPS clients include the estates of multiple Hugo winning author William Rotsler, and science fiction legend Jody Scott; authors such as Locus Award finalist Ernest Hogan, Hugo and Nebula nominee Arthur Byron Cover, prize winning mystery author Jerry Oster, psychologist John Tamiazzo, Ph.D., award winning nutritionist Ann Tyndall; and Best of Collections from Fate Magazine and Amazing Stories.
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Friday, March 31, 2017


Chicanonautica reviews the anthology Cyber World, over at La Bloga.

Remember cyberpunk?

Everybody knows what it looks like:

Well, there's been some mutation going on:

Because we need brave new art for brave new worlds:

Thursday, March 23, 2017


The Metro Phoenix Area has skipped spring, and gone directly to summer. I've broken out the luau shirts, unfashionable cargo shorts, and chanclas. Some folks are saying that it'll cool off again, but it looks to me like we're in for a long, hot summer.

What else could we have in 2017?

Birds are still shitting on the head one of the Buddhas in our backyard. I don't consider it to a tragedy or an outrage. It's really funny in a zen-like way. I enjoy contemplating the slow disintegration of the bird turds in the heat and ultraviolet radiation.

Yeah, weirdness abounds . . .

The other day, not far from our favorite burger joint on Glendale Avenue, around the corner from a bearded homeless person in a dress, we saw a van customized to look like a pig – a remnant of a defunct business.

Later, there was a stretched, bent Hummer parked in front of Safeway. A Latinx bride, groom, and wedding party, all in formal attire, wandered the aisles.

And our neighborhood rooster has been sleeping in, and not crowing until after eight a.m.

I know that this sounds like notes for the script for a surrealistic art film that's maybe a little too derivative of Un Chien Andalou, but that's the world we're living in. Reality doesn't care if it doesn't make sense. And it doesn't give a damn about aesthetics. 

At least we aren't buried up to our waists in the sand, being devoured by insects. Yet.

Friday, March 17, 2017


Chicanonautica celebrates Latin@ Rising over at La Bloga!

It all started with a Kickstarter campaign:

And it ain't no ghetto:

More like a galaxy:

With the imagination going wild:

Thursday, March 9, 2017


Just a quick reminder, nenatzinme, you can get copies of High Aztech that you can get physical with! And no electronic wizardry required to read it.

Join the international conspiracy to make it available at your local and campus bookstores, public and school libraries, and other places where culture breaks loose and runs wild like it should.


P.S.: The same goes for Cortez on Jupiter!

Friday, March 3, 2017


Chicanonautica reviews two books by Silvia Moreno-Garcia at La Bloga:

They take place in Tenochtitlán:

Or, as they say these days, Mexico City:

One's about witches:

The other is about vampires, and dedicated to Germán Robles:

Thursday, February 23, 2017


The reviews are coming in for Latin@ Rising, and my story got three paragraphs in a Texas Observer piece, “In the Age of Trump, the First All-Latino Sci-Fi Anthology Hits Too Close to Home” by Roberto Ontiveros.

I plan doing my usual mining for exploitable quotes, but since that chunk about my humble effort is so good, here's the whole enchilada:

Ernest Hogan’s “Flying under the Texas Radar with Paco and Los Freetails” is a comic gem. The story envisions a Lone Star state of mind wherein a dissident rocker in a band named after the Mexican bats is exiled from the planet for not being Texan enough. The narrator, a “Jewish Tejano” living on Mars, details a future in which Texas has become a corporation run by a billionaire politician/entrepreneur named Billy-Bob Paolozzi. Cultural criticism and sarcasm are verboten and words are not so much banned as made palatable. Some Spanish, for instance, is acceptable, but not without the proper Texas twang.

Before bemoaning that his administration has yet to come up with a gene to define Texas purity, Billy-Bob offers his apologies for not going far enough. “It isn’t enough for Texas to be corporate and install me as the constitutional CEO — I think we need an official religion to go along with Texan as our official language,” he says. “The great nation of Texas Unlimited does not believe in racism. To be Texan is more about attitude than blood or skin color.”

The piece, which jokes its way through to isolationism’s terrible, logical end, would be frightening even if we didn’t have a president who was also his own brand. But we do, so it’s terrifying.

And I'll like to go on the record and say that Billy-Bob Paolozzi was not based on the current president of los Estados Unidos de Norteamerica. I wrote the story long before he expressed his lust for the office. It bounced around before I found a sympathetic market.

Meanwhile, I'm enjoying the rest of Latino@ Rising.

Friday, February 17, 2017


Chicanonautica reviews Lowriders to the Center of the Earth, over at La Bloga.

There's even a book trailer:

In case you no sabe Mictlan:

And Mictlantecuhtli:

Ancient myth goes stark, raving lucha libre:

Thursday, February 9, 2017


Here we are, off and running in the Year of the Rooster. And there’s a rooster in my neighborhood, and it crows all the time, not just at the crack of dawn. The poor devil is time-warped. I’m not sure what causes it, but I’ve been running into time-warped roosters for a long time . . .

My family had chickens, and a coop in the backyard in West Covina. This wasn't a normal West Covina thing. My parents were concerned about the ecology -- as we called it back then. The chickens provided us with eggs. We also had a rooster.

He was a mean little bastard who would have terrorized the neighborhood if we had left the gate open. I named him Peckinpah because I was impressed by The Wild Bunch with its slow-motion deaths and cowboys who knew what chichis were. And encounters with Peckinpah were usually bloody.

One day we found Peckinpah dead. He just keeled over. He tore into his job as kamakaze sperm-delivery machine and backyard holy terror with more passion than his tiny heart could bear.

After that we got a series of replacement roosters. They all died. The same way. “Live fast, die young, leave a good-looking corpse,” is basic rooster philosophy, except that sometimes their corpses get mutilated.

Finally, my dad said, “That’s it! No more roosters!” So the chickens were left to lay their eggs unfertilized, and we had to get up without any cock-a-doodle-do.

Until, one day, and not in the morning, we heard a cock’s crow again.

It was one of the chickens.

She -- he? it? the language fails me -- had grown a comb, and spurs, and took on the role of the rooster in the coop.

And she was time-warped, crowing at all hours.

I don’t know how complete this sexual transmogrification was. Peckinpah had trained me that if it strutted like a rooster and crowed like a rooster, don’t let it get too close.
Since then, I've learned that sexual reversal and gynadromorphism does happen in chickens – it just doesn't get talked about much. It's also why Emily and I knew that the T-rexes were reproducing when we saw Jurassic Park.

The years went by, and the chickens died off, one by one, long after they stopped laying eggs. All except for the Ancient Chicken. My full name for her/him/whatever was the Ancient Chicken That Refused To Die, referencing the classic film The Brain that Wouldn’t Die.

I was her (I always thought of her as a she, and was quick to tell her story when visitors mentioned “your rooster”) caretaker, feeding her every day while slaving away under a pile of rejection slips, trying to get my career going. She lived a long time. Eventually, she took to an un-chickenish lifestyle of mostly sleeping in a tree, perched on a branch over an ever-growing, pyramid-shaped mound of her own excrement.

I wondered if she had discovered the secret to eternal life, and wasn’t going to share.

Alas, her secret was of life extension, but not immortality. One day, I went out to feed her, and found her dead, face-down in her pyramid of poop.

I speculated about what may have kept her alive so long, and wrote to Emily – this was during our interstate romance: I HAVE DISCOVERED THE SECRET OF ETERNAL LIFE -- AND IT’S DISGUSTING!

Ever since, I keep running across time-warped roosters -- if it’s a sign of the Apocalypse, it’s taking an awful long time. Maybe it’s just the universe’s way of reminding us how fantastic it is.

Friday, February 3, 2017


In Chicanonautica, over at La Bloga, I tell how I pull stories out of the thin air

It's seems like magic:

But it happens:

It helps if something's in the air:

Mostly, you just have to do it:

Monday, January 23, 2017


I've published another story (the second time I've been published this month, if anybody's keeping count), this time in The Jewish Mexican Literary Review's Insurrection-themed issue.

Just what is The Jewish Mexican Literary Review? It was established in Mexico City in 1935 by artist Rosa Alvarez-Pinot and poet Nahum (Eduard) Landmann now published online by editors Silvia Moreno-Garcia and Lavie Tidhar. It has “never let go of its ethos of international diversity, multilingual approach, affection for marginalia or, indeed, never paying contributors more than the cost of a bad cup of coffee.” 

My story is “Lunch in the Ruins,” inspired by recent political developments, starring myself, and my alter ego, Victor Theremin. Rather than attempting to explain it, I'll tease you with the first paragraph:

I like this place already,” I said when I saw the mural inside the restaurant. It depicted a gang of grinning cartoon pigs, merrily butchering humans who were hanging upside down. Seeing it warmed my heart. “You used to see ones like it in Mexican restaurants on both sides of the border, when I was a kid.”

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.