Friday

Warm and sunny, humid. Tomato ripening on the kitchen counter. Posting a fic today that has nothing to do with the last few episodes, let alone the series finale. Sometimes I'll write down a scene just to get it out of my head, assuming that's the end of it. In this case the characters wanted to keep talking, and they did, for about three thousand more words. Okay then.

I did write a scene based on The Promo (oh, come on, we all know which one I'm talking about), but it was immediately cast into doubt by the release of more promo photos the VERY NEXT DAY. So I'm not sure if this latter bit will go anywhere. But we'll see. And we'll assume all this makes sense outside of my own head. :-D

Poem #20 for Poetry Month -- "Poetry Failure"

The penultimate poem for National Poetry Month is from the American writer Mark Halliday. It concerns the loss of a parent, and the inadequacy of words (even a poet's words) to deal with such a loss.

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Housefic: Bodhisattva, Would You Take Me By the Hand

Title: Bodhisattva, Would You Take Me By the Hand
Author: nightdog_barks, with a significant contribution from deelaundry
Characters: Wilson, House, an OMC.
Rating: A soft R for men in bed and some graphically descriptive language.
Warnings: Yes, for men in bed and some graphically descriptive language.
Spoilers: No.
Summary: Wilson's got a boyfriend. 3,181 words.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Never will.
Author Notes: This fic is an AU, in a slightly different present, with some recognizable events in canon either not happening or happening in marginally different ways. Title and cut-text are from the Steely Dan song Bodhisattva.
Beta: My intrepid First Readers, with especial thanks to deelaundry, who knew you can't handle a House with kid gloves.

( Can you show me the shine of your Japan, the sparkle of your china ...  )