Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
FRED VOSS doesnt just write about factory life, he lives it. For the past 30 years he has worked as a machinist in various factories in California, transmuting his experiences into three books of poetry published by Bloodaxe Books: GOODSTONE Continue reading Reading his machine shop poems by Fred Voss
MIRACULOUS Goodstone Aircraft Company decided that it would benefit the company if the workers and management quit fighting each other and among themselves and instead worked together as a “team” like the Japanese, so Goodstone changed the name of Lead Continue reading Miraculous by Fred Voss
HOBBIES I met her playing pool. We fucked and played pool around barroom pool tables smoking hash out of her snake—head pipe, as she attracted bikers and threw her arms around them and gave them her address. Bikers began pulling Continue reading Hobbies by Fred Voss
HARD WORKER He would come by my machine whenever I stared off into space for a minute or two to tell me that, “The company’s not paying you to daydream, goddamnit!”, frowning at me as he poked the stem of Continue reading Hard Worker by Fred Voss
SINGING IN THE RAIN Every time it rains, the machinists begin to glance up hopefully at the roof above their heads and their machines, staring fondly at the wetspots spreading across the cork ceiling, as around the building raindrops begin Continue reading Singing In The Rain by Fred Voss
I remember telling Fred about how I almost beat the shit out’ve some dude at my post office job and Fred wrote back suggesting I try to keep my cool. How Fred managed to keep his composure long enough at Continue reading fred voss | goodstone