Hello, my name is Martin Hill Ortiz and welcome to my web site. I’m a writer, researcher and professor living in beautiful Puerto Rico. Please take a look around. Thank you and gracias. -mho

What’s new? Glad you asked.

In the past three years, here in Southern Puerto Rico, we’ve had Hurricane Maria, a cluster of earthquakes that have numbered in the hundreds, and the COVID-19 plague. My son missed two months of classes due to Maria (and then the class turned into babysitting for the rest of the school year). He missed one month of classes during the early earthquake surge. This past year has been all on-line and I wonder if he’s not just missing more. 
Having done viral research for 30 years, I have posted extensively on my blog regarding COVID-19.
For 2021, I’ve had a short story titled “Down the Well” appear in the July issue of Mystery Weekly. It’s a bit more comic than my typical pieces. 
Speaking of comic, I’ve had a short story, “Philosophy 101,” appears in the anthology “Die Laughing.” A 500 page collection uniquely devoted to humorous mystery stories. 
“Ghost of a Ghost” appear in the April edition in Mystery Weekly.  
I finally have had enough stories appear in Mystery Writers of America-approved magazines to apply for MWA membership. I received my acceptance in January and am now an active member of the Florida Chapter. Woot!
2020, A Summary of published works.
Literature-wise for 2020, I had three short stories published in Mystery Weekly Magazine, the April, May, and June issues. These are a continuing series following the story of Phillip Prince, an ex-emergency tech on the run from a mysterious danger. The first entry in this series, Bag Man, gained an honorable mention in the anthology, The Best American Mystery Stories, 2019. Look for the stories in the April, May and June 2020 issues.
I had the short story, Last Howl of the Chili Dogs, appear in the March 7th issue of The Weird and Whatnot. My story made the cover art and can be read by downloading the free sample of the magazine. 
A poetry book, Tears from the Glass Eye, was selected as a finalist for the Andrés Montoya Poetry Prize out of Notre Dame. Along with the other finalists I was remotely part of the 2020 Dodge Poetry Festival where I recited my works and joined a panel. 
Another poetry collection, Summer Matters, was a finalist for the Ramblr Magazine chapbook contest. I appeared (remotely) at their book launch where, once again, I recited my works and joined a panel. Four of these poems appeared in their magazine.
Less recent news:
I have a short story, Francis Valencia Ortiz, appearing in the October 2019 issue of Rendez-Vous Magazine. This magazine has some classy stuff. My story begins:
  For all his life, Frank had been at war with the willows. They sprouted in and around the stream, clogged the irrigation ditches, and choked off the water flow.
  His land, a narrow plain between steep mountain shoulders, received few hours of direct sunlight, and the already challenged crops could not support the shock of thirst: he needed to keep them well watered.
  So Frank burned the willows, dowsed them with poisons, or latched a chain around their bases using his Power Wagon to yank them out by their roots.
  They always grew back.
The story is based on the life of my grandfather. I wrote a blog post about him, including a poem.
July has brought the short story, Elwood and Vera, to Airgonaut magazine. It’s a tragicomedy. Two lovers have particular handicaps, one on the left side and the other on the right. When they stand in one formation they share a bit of oblivion. When they stand in the other formation, they are oblivious to the world.
In June I had a short story, Deep in the Never-Night, published in Dream of Shadows. It is an intense science-fiction piece. The world has fallen to an invasion. However, the creatures have found the atmosphere unfavorable, except for the most northern regions. In Greenland, Inuit are caretakers of the giant maggot-like offspring of the visitors.
Neglected by the Southern world, the Inuit tribe’s prospects are bleak. One woman has a plan to wake up the world. An excerpt:
Deep in the Never-Night

A quarter past midnight and the distant maggots howled. To the south, the never-setting sun lazed on a hilltop. Across the sky, an auroral curtain danced, its fabric ruffled by the solar wind. A more earthly breeze blew onshore from Baffin Bay.

     Just beyond the village limits, frost crusted the land, covering the karibu lichen and the weather-smoothed stones. Only the cold was jagged. Farther on, a broad rim of earth had been salted, creating a band of no man’s land, a boundary to forewarn trespassers. This flat expanse was free of life save that of a solitary, unsteady figure.

     Lacking a decent set of gloves, the widow Eqilana wore oven mitts. She had on her corduroy jacket – not her thickest, but her least-torn. To make it warmer, she had plumped its lining with rags. She carried a leather cinch-sack slung over a shoulder. Rounding her waist, an apron served as a utility belt. Its slots and pockets were stuffed with a spoon carved from a walrus rib, several twist-wrapped morsels of taffy, a pair of wire cutters, and her late husband’s revolver.

Continued. . .

Martin Hill Ortiz is a researcher and professor at the Ponce University of Health Sciences in Ponce, Puerto Rico, where he lives with his wife and son. He has three novels in publication: A Predatory Mind, Never Kill A Friend, and A Predator’s Game, along with a novella, Dead Man’s Trail. He has had roughly thirty short stories published in various journals and anthologies including Haunts, Mystery Weekly, Miami Accent, Die Laughing, and Over My Dead Body.