Stackers Poems - Poems about Stackers

... I get the bread-n-butters, hot, koshers, dills, all that. But why they call them stackers, when they are oh so flat? H/T to Terry Flood's Pulling Pickles......

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...I grew up and out on a four family-owned, and cooperatively-organized, extended matriarchal farm. Four interdependent 1940s through 1970s patriarchally managed businesses, without substantial q......

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...Not asleep with your arm laying over my chest. The stackers of moments play a symphony of muscle and bone. I stay too long on my hip and turn to get my back on the bed. Reminders from the i......

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