iván BRAVE

Writer

Excerpt from “Ojos de Malaquita”

Excerpt from “Ojos de Malaquita”

19 May 2019

I’ve realized that there is no point in occulting any more on this page, or any page really. After all, I can always delete the extremes, though I’ll try not to. Yeah. This’ll be the only fully autobiographical work I’ll write. The truest to the details. But for that reason, I do not intend on […]

If you could, what would you change?

If you could, what would you change?

9 May 2019

I hear Alan Watt’s voice talking about not changing anything, because it is impossible. Maybe the way things are are the way things ought to be. Then, I hear Michael Jackson’s voice saying if you want to make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and make a change. Wouldn’t he have […]

On good and evil: a solitary ponder on Good Friday

On good and evil: a solitary ponder on Good Friday

27 April 2019

Today, as I write, is Good Friday. Can we do an hour of meditation on good and evil? Yes. Let’s start one way, turn the other, then conclude somewhere in the middle.   “Good.”   My favorite word is a simple word: good.   I love good, I like good, I need good, I want […]

Your favorite love story is mine too

Your favorite love story is mine too

2 May 2019

There was this badass coworker of mine, a teacher who skedaddled to Hungary last year. We chatted a lot between classes, in the halls of our school. Who knows where he is now (as in, I haven’t messaged him in a while, and he’s probably still modeling three-piece suits on the streets of Budapest, last […]

Mumbles

Mumbles

24 April 2019

Sore-throated and restless, our hero today discovers the root.   He moved to a new city last week, and has been learning the language. Technically, it’s an old city, old language, since his family is from here originally. For this, something tells him he has returned to the city, although it is his first time […]

If the US stopped existing . . .

If the US stopped existing . . .

14 April 2019

America is a pretty important place. And yes I call it America, because that is how I grew up hearing it. I like the name, too, what’s there to say. A-mer-i-ca. Merica. Murica.   If it suddenly stopped existing, which if we believe what anyone says, could be any day now, then I would like […]

“Forever, for ever, or never”

“Forever, for ever, or never”

11 April 2019

The restroom was occupied.   So Margot danced to the center, where Gaspar and Linda were wrapped in a single embrace. When the couple noticed who was approaching, they made room.   “Happy birthday,” shouted Gaspar.   “You throw cool parties,” followed Linda.   Margot thanked the new couple, handing each a red solo cup. […]

On Cheating: a Day’s Meditation and Confession

On Cheating: a Day’s Meditation and Confession

21 March 2019

(art attributed to Gerrel Saunders)   If you don’t count sleeping with someone you shared a bed with before your current girlfriend, then I have never cheated. If you don’t count video sex as intimacy, then I have never cheated. If you don’t count it as cheating when you are single but the other person […]

Blanco Brown: a story of sacrifice in Aztlán

Blanco Brown: a story of sacrifice in Aztlán

6 March 2019

for Gloria Anzaldúa   Open your eyes. Over you stands an eagle-looking priest with an obsidian knife in his hand, ready to cut open your chest from throat to stomach. It’s for a god you do not believe in, but because your hands are tied, you better believe.   Dizzy, the rough of the sacrificial […]

Where does inspiration come from? (A Lyric)

Where does inspiration come from? (A Lyric)

27 February 2019

A poignant question, and I seem to have but an hour to ponder the thought. Thus I invite you to take your index finger and run it along the cracks of your vanity mirror, get it out of your matrix. This one’s on the penny side to-day. Ride.   Is it fair to call it […]

A Draught of München: Chapter Excerpt from The Summer Abroad

A Draught of München: Chapter Excerpt from The Summer Abroad

23 February 2019

Big-breasted women, five steins a hand, and charming men in green, short-short overalls stuffed each other’s mouths with bratwurst and beer till they couldn’t rock no more. Bavaria. Its capital: München. Things played out a little differently there for the boys and me, who had gotten used to the exaggerations of Italy and indulgences of […]

Artistic Prostitution: the Bottom Line

Artistic Prostitution: the Bottom Line

16 February 2019

This blogger knows he is about to walk through a room cluttered with cliches (ex, “Art for art’s sake,” “Business is an art,” “Selling out,” “Get ya money”), but stepping past each one, eyeing them a second, so as to reach the clear corner of the room, to breathe.   Today’s target vocabulary: Artistic prostitution, […]

An interview: with the Lord of the Pismire, Rick

An interview: with the Lord of the Pismire, Rick

7 February 2019

“Rick was a bro, a gentleman seen few and far between, of a caliber unknown to the race of man, the headless baton twirler in a parade called Life, a backpacker extraordinaire, a counter-demon and Lord of the Pismire. Rick Callaghan.” (The Summer Abroad, Part III, Chapter 8.)   Thus we find Rick, one of […]