Vladimir Fischer
As you can probably tell from my name I was born in Russia. I remember seeing snow for the first time, it felt so calming and strangely reassuring. Unfortunately, fate had a different kind of play scripted for me. I left Moscow airport lights behind as a magnificent metal bird carried me in its belly to the once foggy shores, of an Island never conquered.
I remember breathing fresh British morning air, intoxicated by its sharpness. It was like coming home again. I drunk the fountains of stories and scenery around as if lost in the desert, thirsty for refreshing water.
Life is a supreme movie director. Made me a member of a minority, always scattered, battered usually when things go wrong when the need for scape-goat turns dire.
Now I live down South, where people burning from the weather and charisma, sometimes from the rockets, bombs. Of course, I don’t fit, like a white crow, startled by its reflection in the puddle. Luckily I found the love of poetry and love in person. So I share my poems here, and I am extremely grateful for the support I have received thus far.
Up to the point of writing this, I have written over 100 poems on different topics, touching nature, love, future, hate, discrimination, and sin. I add meaning, sometimes a lesson or a question.
I would like to take my writing to the next level and achieve my childhood dream of publishing a book. Back then I could not imagine that it would turn out to be a poetry book.
I would really appreciate any support from this magnificent community of readers and writers. Visit my Patreon to receive access to the exclusive content only available to the patrons.
Thank you very much and I hope you will enjoy your reading here.
