Her Silent Language

You feel that way, in the shadows, as people walk by.  A dream and a dream again upon the sounds of the city.  Your body unwinds, strands of clear gelatin that move toward a large pipe grating and your face is creamy brown like a camel hair coat.  On an upper floor a couple talks […]

Mr. Tinker Tries to Make a Deal

Waiting for life to load… Mr. Tinker feels bad. Yesterday a woman said, “You look great.”   Maybe, but he’s sick.  Sometimes when a person begins to look younger, trimmer they might be in the first stages of illness: that wonderful time when weight disappears and the skin tightens, just before the life span collapses into […]

Our Fingertips Touching

Carol was coming down for a few days to get her mojo back on.  She’d been to Mexico before, but mostly to Tijuana dive bars where she had looked to bag men with sufficient amounts of strangeness and good teeth.  We were a pair.  I was the sane one, the tall one, the one who […]


Lost things are important because they cause us to become anxious.  They might be vital or inconsequential, maybe somewhere in-between; regardless, all carry a level of anxiety when we can’t find them.  Our hearts and lungs are the red flags of anxiety while a stomach pit can be a descending elevator that lightens our heads […]


There is a bullring for sale in Mexico.  I call the real estate agent and we go out to view the property.  It’s on a hill overlooking a valley where the Spanish priests and soldiers built a mission five hundred years ago.  My idea is to form a business partnership with some of my friends […]

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 […]