This blog has been brought to you by the letters J and S. Welcome! The title, as some of you have gathered, means many things…it is, most obviously, a play on the title of the eponymous book / film. Rhythm always exists in poetry; whether in free or blank verse, sonnet or triolet, prose or not. Writing cannot live without rhythm, or it falls flat like an off-key singer. Life is also full of rhythms. Blood sings through our veins; footsteps, our metronome as we walk along; our conversations, a chorus beautifully sung. So, I give to you a window; a look at the rhythms I observe running through my life, and the rhythmic observations of others. Enjoy!