Is he Losing the Battle?

Forty-seven and a half minutes of sleep. No food. Three-day old socks. Two-day old underwear…


Faust of Xichu

“And this I dreamt and this I dream and sometimes this I will dream again and all will be repeated, all will be re-embodied, you will dream everything I have seen in dream.”  Arseny Tarkovsky   Lokkal is indebted to “The Snook Gazette” for allowing an exhumation of the following dead and buried interview with […]


“Why did Granna die?  I didn’t want her to die.” “Well, she was 94-years-old and that is a long time to live and so she just died.” “Will you and Daddy die?” “Yes…but not for a long time.” The boy was without expression and asked, “Will I die Mommy?” “No.  You will live forever.” “What […]

Art is not Breath and Blood

Art is born by secrets, hidden in the fold of a dress, an afterthought of silence.   When we know, but cannot soften the blow, we make art and find glory in those perfect moments. Our hands and mind become the same and are exulted of this Earth.  Yet, there is always a missing.  A hole […]

Something Meaningless

How I envy the bare feet, naked breasts, dancing spines, skeptical eyes of the rare and brilliant indigenous Existing at galactic center among the Truth, surviving the lie of alien technology. O luxury! Coveted sweat and tears! Industrial processed isolated fear. If my mask was not a symbol of blood, I would lay it at […]

Temples Damp with Sweat

“The mushrooms faded. His exhaustion emerged. The tree fort wasn’t big enough, so he opened the first aid kit, took out the emergency blanket, wrapped himself in silver, and laid beside the fire. Salt and vinegar chips quelled his hunger, as he studied the stars of the Pleiades, and drifted off to sleep…”