Man Spaces - what is PTSD post traumatic stress disorder
Man Spaces The Jameson bottle glistened whole mockingly in its perch. “Bloody bottle” he said “Tiger bloody Woods” I responded We laughed till we were out of breath hearts warmed tears frozen arses stuck to the tailgate not moving not wanting to break what the aspen had connected. Hungrily we had shoved its emerald throat full of the truths and lies of dreams chased and loves lost. Cigars smoked we rose stubbing shut the moment in the snow silently securing our dark places the man spaces. by Dr John A. King