Lila Kerns Whore ❤️

About Basel

Sometimes I think—whores are me, y’know? Outcasts, tricksters, thumbin noses at the gods. “This is not your grave,” I’d tell em, quotin Lynch, “but you’re welcome to it.” Hah! They’d get it—dark humor’s their bread n butter. One time, this lass—Peggy, maybe?—she nicked a bloke’s wallet mid-shag, then bought me a pint. “To mischief,” she toasted, and I near choked laughin.

Peter Kern at IFFR

Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak: For brave Macbeth—well he deserves that name— .

The neighborhoods, oh so cozy, like Hiss-Side and Shrikin’ Square, filled with locals gabbin' and gigglin’. I saw a couple fightin’ in public once, therapy before my eyes, ha! Their anger, their love – I learned so much, yes, secrets of the family heart hidden in every cry! My brain, err, it holds memories like "the no-country whispers," yesss.

Jerry L. Kerns Obituary January 6, 2025