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Amber Fette Phantasm

Amber Fette Brief Encounter with the Twilight Zone

Yesterday was just one of those days. Not those ones where I'm so excited
that my bum can't stop wiggling. But one filled with pointless disorder

Amber Fette Narcolepsy an Introduction

It's lunch hour at work.  I generally don't do anything overly productive, but got my reminder to submit a piece for this week.  I've been starting all kinds of pieces over the last month, but it all has subsided. 

Amber Fette Unbelievable

"You're unbelievable!" I'm told. Not in a "you're awesome, here’s a gold star" kind of way. No, this was told to me in a different fashion. I shall back up a few minutes and set the scene and such as writers sometimes do.

Amber Fette grace (a poem)

Amber Fette Keeping a Friendship

There has been a topic floating around me a lot lately.  I know people talk about this, but it’s stuck in my head; so free it shall be.  The topic of being only friends with an ex boyfriend or girlfriend seems to be what I’ve been stirring up lately in my little world. 

Amber Fette Rudeness In The Air  

Yesterday I was enjoying breakfast at my favourite greasy spoon ("The T**** ") when a rather unprofessional incident occurred.  Now this was not the first time I've seen (the woman whom I assume is) the manager be extremely rude to her workers in front of customers.

Amber Fette BREAK DOWN a poem

Amber Fette Distraught a poem

Amber Fette Acceptance a poem

Amber Fette Reflection of a Time Not-so Long Ago

His insecurities showed immediately. I knew when he hung up the phone with me without saying he loved me, that he was going to have one of his moments. So he shows up online a couple minutes later (as expected), asking if I need him. I laugh to myself, lucked out by the fact that he cannot see or hear my reaction.


Amber Fette Poetry - Feb 11, 2007

Amber Fette Poetry - Feb 4, 2007