It’s not summer yet, but it’s hotter than hell. I’ve got a weird feeling about this summer–and not just more recording breaking (or ...

I'm getting ready to play teacher in Chicanonautica at La Bloga : It'll be gonzo:   And maybe a bit mystical: But I don't believ...

Suddenly, the flowers died. Not all of them, but the sea of color was now fallout that we walked on. Heat. Radiation. Like a bomb. A war...

  Chicanonautica gets visionary at La Bloga . Different kinds of visions: Crossing borders: Spawning alternate universes: With mad dreamers...

I wrote this story. It’s probably the best I’ve ever written. Hell—maybe the best I’ll write ever. I sent it out. It got rejected. So I sent...

It's Spring, with gods and holidays for Chicanonautica at La Bloga . Time for Xipe Totec: Xochiquetzal: Xochipilli: And the Battle of P...

   Facebook comes in handy. Through their Messenger, I heard from an old writer friend, Jaq Greenspon. He’s teaching in Lithuania and wanted...

  Chicanonautica is looking for students for my Palabras del Pueblo class, at La Bloga .  People need to learn and respect their ancient tr...

     Back in the Sixties, I was a rabid fan of the space program. I watched hours of live coverage and did my first gonzo journalism...

  Chicanonautica goes to the Moon and beyond, at La Bloga . Because of the Artemis II flyby:  And Chicanos do things poetic: With our own s...