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Spectulative Fiction for Dreamers: A Latinx Anthology will include the previously unpublished “Those Rumors of Cannibalism and Human Sacrifice Have Been Greatly Exaggerated” and is not out yet, but I’ll be shouting about as soon as it happens.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