And odors is remembering a scent knowing it in the same way as smelling it? We could only smell warm stone in the cavern, thanks in no small part to Luis designating that side-chamber as a latrine. Am I nothing more than the eyes shaded against even these rock walls, and the ears whic.

How do you do? I think our relationship has started on the right foot. Be safe out there, everybody. The Signal, Santa Clarita, California, January 27, 1967.

Thursday, July 14, 2011. Thats what my shoe would say if it knew how to talk. The big game is on Saturday. Friday, March 25, 2011. I call dibs on mood tears. If we manufactured mood tears. It would be so easier to tell. I finally got to show papa my medal from my first marathon. As he normally does, he nods in approval. Signaling for me to massage his hand, i obligingly do. He looks away, closes his eyes and contains his stifled emotions in one tear rolling down his cheek.

Fresh from the brain of James Barton. Predictors for The Boat Race. On Sunday, the historic annual competition between the best VIII of both Cambridge and Oxford, for no prize whatsoever. I took a look at the results on the Wikipedia page to see if there are any good predictors for the result. An Unexpected Gift on my MBA. The most illuminating thing I learned in my MBA was not double-entry book-keeping.

Skirting the edge of the American South, Barely South Review is the literary journal of the Creative Writing MFA program at Old Dominion University in Norfolk, VA. We seek general works of non-fiction, poetry, fiction, and art.