Ján Tompkins

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GOLDEN QUILL: Boston’s Logan by Ján Tompkins

Does Boston’s Logan smell like business cool with steam coffee? A/C and                   hot              ...

GOLDEN QUILL: The Váh and her Clapboard Boat by Jan Tompkins

The Váh and her Clapboard Boat Spaghetti & the vast Virgins of  volatile sleep and conformity – wanting home in the dawn of the eve you brush...

GOLDEN QUILL: You Left Me At 7-Eleven That Night

you left me at 7-Eleven that night and you asked what I was doing wandering the sweet neon aisles of windshield liquid and Little Debbie pies late night at that...

GOLDEN QUILL: Where’s My California? by Ján Tompkins

You weren’t born broken, you were born whole and perfect and then broke yourself. You were everything this world needed: open-hearted, soul-guided, optimism-filled The world smiled...