BACK IN THE BURNING DESERT

I’ll be just back from another epic road trip when this goes up. Back home in the burning desert, Hacienda Hogan, home sweet, strange home. Like an Afro-Mayan Mars colony, if we can tolerate the word in an age of decolonialization.

Wise entities, tinted with oxidation, know that in the Spanish-speaking world, “colonia” means neighborhood, and is used the way humble pochos would assume they would “barrio.”

It all flows, changes shape, distorts . . .

And ya gotta watch out. Constantly. Forever. Everywhere.

Read the messages in a new language, metamorphosed, reversed, refocused, and projected into a new reality.

Time for new identities. Like sci-fi cartoons.

It colors the environment anew.

Flowers reach out to deliver a message to an old icon. How long will it take to decode it? Will the news be good?

Meanwhile, things lurk in the shadowy corners of the cozy abode.

While flowers burn and shrivel up in the glorious radioactivity.

CHICANONAUTICA SEES CARTEL 2045 EXPLOIT ITSELF

Chicanonatuica reviews Cartel 2045 at La Bloga.

It’s a movie with Danny Trejo:

From the Trump era:

With killer robots:

Meawhile, back in L.A.:

MUSINGS ON SURREALISTIC VEGETATION

A three-head beast roars at the blazing sun and greets me as I return to Hacienda Hogan.

Springtime in the Sonoran desert. The cacti are flowering, their sexual apparatus fully aroused and functioning. So beautiful. People would think you were a pervert if you took such pictures of animal genitalia.

But then, the Monstrose don’t need no stinking flowers to get surreal. It just needs to grow, bake in the sun, crack and break. Nature going wild. Never fails to make a good picture.

Sometimes you have to get in close. Let the sacred energy vibrate your eyeballs.

Limbs can spontaneously amputate, then grope around for sustenance, blurring the border between the plant animal kingdoms, in keeping with Aztecan beliefs.

Slow-motion, self-inflicted flaying/crucifixions decorate the arid landscape.

 

Flowers glow like lukewarm fire.

Others arise with the serpentine.

Beauty does improve after a night of smoldering debauchery.

And finally, the desert becomes a jungle, threatening to devour the city.

CHICANONAUTICA PIMPS THE PALBARAS DEL PUEBLO WRITING WORKSHOP

That's right, in the latest Chicanonautica, at La Bloga.

And they even have a video:

METASTELLAR INVERVIEW 3

From the ezine MetaStellar: Speculative Fiction and Beyond's Long Lost Friends program.  I show to E.E. King and Andrea Goyan how a make a mess of everthing. The third of three episodes.

CHICANONAUTICA FINDS OUT WHERE TOM MILLER WAS

Chicanonautica reviews Tom Miller’s Where was I? at La Bloga:

He writes about the Southwest:

The border:

Don Quixote:

And other characters:

METASTELLAR INTERVIEW 2

 From the ezine MetaStellar: Speculative Fiction and Beyond's Long Lost Friends program. I attempt to explain the Latinoid continuum to E.E. King and Andrea Goyan. The second of three episodes.

CHICANONAUTICA ZOOMS FOR EL PORVINER, ¡YA!

Chicanonautica is about promoting El Porviner, ¡Ya! Over at La Bloga.

Another jump into the future:

Zooming from a bookstore:

Encountering a heckler:

 

You never know were the new sci-fi is coming from:

METASTELLAR INTERVIEW 1

From the ezine MetaStellar: Speculative Fiction and Beyond's Long Lost Friends program, E.E. King and Andrea Goyan talk to me about my relation to cyber and other kinds of punks. The first of three episodes.

CHICANONAUTICA EXPOSES THE HAZARDS OF WRITING WHILE CHICANO

Chicanonautica barfs up some nasty realities at La Bloga.

This was triggered by my being close to finishing my new novel:

And being a Chicano:

Gotta get ready to show it to some publishers:

So I need a pep talk: