Vladimir FischerA ChapterJumping on the colored carpet pieces picking minced meat, smelling it it’s fresh, reminded of the soul so beat, so lost, forgotten name.May 17, 2021May 17, 2021
Vladimir FischerDesert Gloom.As I write this poem, Salakh Magamadov, LGBTQ activist and admin of the online atheist group, has been jailed and tortured in Chechnya…Feb 7, 2021Feb 7, 2021
Vladimir FischerThe Arab Boy.The story happened to me at work the other day. He didn’t show up the next day, likely he got fired, but we warmed each other’s heart, a…Feb 5, 2021Feb 5, 2021
Vladimir FischerCup of Tibetan Tea.Can life be compared to the journey of a silk-road horse?Jan 23, 2021Jan 23, 2021
Vladimir FischerOld Wooden LogsI decided to take a short walk, down the avenues of my imagination. I had a certain topic I wanted to express in this poem. Unfortunately…Jan 22, 2021Jan 22, 2021
Vladimir FischerPearly HareSometimes you just need to let go and let that warm light do its work.Jan 19, 2021Jan 19, 2021
Vladimir FischerDirty Moscow Traffic — PoemI thought it was a good idea to look back over the shoulder, and remind myself of the times I don’t often look back on. Almost teen but…Jan 18, 2021Jan 18, 2021
Vladimir FischerCherry Lips — PoemSometimes I feel like a spokesperson for the “actual” creative guy sitting in my mind.Jan 17, 20211Jan 17, 20211
