Please listen to this recording go “Olivia Pig Falling Zone” to be part of my LFMK collection of Prose-poems”
This is where you can hear all about Olivia, the girl I knew who I was 8 years old, living on Linn Drive in Cleveland, Ohio.
Olivia was just thirteen and about to be raped. Her apartment building was also on fire, burning, burning, burning, and I was the reluctant witness.
There was nothing I could do; no 911 then. 1962.
No cell phone either. But Olivia jumped from that porch and cracked her head on the concrete. I had never seen anyone die before. This was how saints were made. Dying
to preserve chastity.
I was there, just my family neighborhood. I could never forget this. Not sure what I learned. All vocals by me, the writing also. Music composed and performed by Ansted, perhaps still of Strexx; he was at the time of the recording. But things change, even things supposedly solid and stable. The stability is, of course, change itself.
This one is for Olivia herself.
“Olivia” by the Whispers: