Last(ing)
Memories
by
Christopher Stolle
Today’s
kids don’t know the true
wonderment
of basements.
At
my grandparents’ house,
we’d
put a Ping-Pong table
atop
the pool table.
I’d
grab a Red Delicious
from
the mini fridge,
put
some Roger Miller
or
Royal Guardsmen
on
the turntable
(which
they also won’t know),
then play epic battles
against
my dad,
who
played like he was
the
number one ranked player
in
the world.
And
he could have been
if
I didn’t learn
all
his tricks and mistakes.
About
Christopher Stolle: His
poetry has appeared most recently or is forthcoming in the
Burningword
Literary Journal, Tipton Poetry Journal,
Flying
Island,
Branches,
Indiana
Voice Journal, Snapdragon, Black Elephant, The Gambler, and
Sheepshead
Review.
He works as an acquisitions and development editor for Penguin Random
House, and he lives in Richmond, Indiana.