iván BRAVE

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An interview: with the Lord of the Pismire, Rick

7 February 2019
An interview: with the Lord of the Pismire, Rick

“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 […]

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Food, enstranged

31 January 2019
Food, enstranged

Have you ever wondered what makes a great piece of literature? Theorist Viktor Shlovsky believed that what a good story was was this, one that sticks around, plays with us, remains. However, to achieve that “long-lasting effect” in a work of art takes a specific set of devices. Like poetic speech. In our phonetic and […]

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Mentors and Mentees

23 January 2019
Mentors and Mentees

(Athena disguised as Mentor, helping the prince.) “Telemachus, no more shyness, this is not the time! We sailed the seas for this, for news of your father — where does he lie buried? what fate did he meet? So go right up to Nestor, breaker of horses. We’ll make him yield the secrets of his […]

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Airport Birds

16 January 2019
Airport Birds

It came to my attention that I should focus on deepening my characters. As it goes, things should actually happen in a story. Funny, because I have known for a while that my personages spend a lot of time thinking. What’s wrong with thinking. That some people don’t want to read it. While everyone wants […]

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Review of a duo: Bengal Nights & It Does Not Die

12 January 2019
Review of a duo: Bengal Nights & It Does Not Die

“I would like to be able to look Maitreyi in the eyes…” — Bengal Nights, 1933   For a powerful narrative set in postcolonial India, told by two powerful minds, one pair stands to be compared and contrasted. These are Mircea Eliade’s 1933 Bengal Nights and Maitreyi Devi’s 1974 It Does Not Die. Together, they […]

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Naples, Napoli, Nápoles: the last installment, the first chapter

26 January 2019
Naples, Napoli, Nápoles: the last installment, the first chapter

Together, time stops. Apart, time turns to bring us together. How many days and how many nights Have I held your heat to my chest, turned memory to immortal treasure, from one of your tiny corners gone down to count dawn’s sails about your sea? History upon history, endless history Ruins or trash, what’s the […]

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The New Years Resolve (couched in fluff, and numbered) with post-script surprises

1 January 2019
The New Years Resolve (couched in fluff, and numbered) with post-script surprises

Year: 2019.   Setting: Houston. This city wet, gray, and sunny, makes room as I write and write. A groove, to test readability, performs miracles. Why simple, when the poetic rests elsewhere in teacups. Meanwhile mate, pronounced mahteh, cools besides my hot computer. Can’t write about what happens, what is witnessed (I), but will write […]

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A Little Christmas Introspection

29 December 2018
A Little Christmas Introspection

It occurs to me that, were I to exaggerate, I have never needed to write. My writing comes from a place of want. I want to write. The struggle is, in this case, when one wants to write, that the quality of the work comes into question. Wanting, one invests time, writes from desire or […]

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Sicilia: a mistake to mull over, sing-along

5 January 2019
Sicilia: a mistake to mull over, sing-along

A good chorus can be happy, tragic, annoying but catchy.   Like the one that goes: And I don’t want the world to see me / ’cause I don’t think that they’d understand.   But I know that you will, you will understand. So I’ll show you, I’ll show you what happened in Sicily.   […]

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A character unexpectedly bumps into his or her soulmate, literally.

25 December 2018
A character unexpectedly bumps into his or her soulmate, literally.

(. . . the story of a magician and a sorceress.)   The magician dashed off stage. He had been ridiculed for his fast-sprouting carnations, yet again. No more flower tricks at these open mics, he begrudged, they don’t care for nature fast or slow. Not to mention, being booed for your favorite spell sucked […]

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Five Travel Poems (June – July 2018)

12 December 2018
Five Travel Poems (June – July 2018)

Why not get into the holiday spirit with some lines? These I wrote while traveling this past summer. They feel warm to me, silly, carefree, and yearning.  Skim them, or sit on a word for a long time. They are here to keep you company. Personally I like the last one the best.     […]

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