By Fred Voss, with image by Peter Kennard At my morning break I walk out into the parking lot in back of the factory and sitin my... Continue reading
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Tombstones and Toolboxes by Fred Voss In the corner of our machine shop behind a 10-ton press sits Howard’s toolbox a toolbox Howard got from an old... Continue reading
Waiting for Huck Finn’s Raft by Fred Voss I remember the old longhaired turret lathe operatorstandingon the sidewalk outside the big 100-year-old wooden doorof the old downtown... Continue reading
Steel Brotherhood by Fred Voss 47 years ago in the steel mill I remembera steelworker picking up 2 steel shanksand knocking them togetherso they rang out in... Continue reading
Fred Voss, the worker-poet from Long Beach, California, has sent us the poem below, with the following message: Here’s a poem I wrote this morning, I hope you... Continue reading
Working Till We Drop by Fred Voss, with image from Les McConnell I am pouring water from a faucet into a bucketto mix it with the coolant... Continue reading
Midnight Boxcar Poetry by Fred Voss Sometimes I feel I should tell all the men in this buildingI write poemsabout themtheir smilestheir hammers their larger-than-life laughs bouncing... Continue reading
A Machinery Handbook Will Never Solve This Problem by Fred Voss A machinist is hired and rolls his rollaway toolbox down the machine shop aisle and parks... Continue reading
Halley’s Comet Burning Over Mark Twain’s Head by Fred Voss I didn’t have to go to war in Italy like Ernest HemingwayI just walked into a Los... Continue reading
Trying To Go Home by Fred Voss “I’ve got a Bridgeport milling machine in my garage”a machinist would sayand another machinist would nodand say he had a... Continue reading
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