A graduate of the University of Southern California’s Cinema-Television Production program, Jerome Berglund spent a picaresque decade in entertainment before returning to the midwest where he was born and raised. For the last several years he has lived a relatively quiet life, spending his time reflecting, exploring what he learned over the course of a somewhat checkered young adulthood, via writing, poetry and fine art photography. Berglund has previously published poetry in Abstract Magazine, Barstow and Grand, Lychee Rind, Moonstone Press, a Quillkeepers anthology, Raw Art Review, Snapdragon, and the Write Launch. He is furthermore an established, award-winning fine art photographer, whose black and white pictures have been exhibited in galleries across New York, Minneapolis, and Santa Monica.
After his death they formed cults to worship
Hercules, and they do exalt him still.
Yet with difficulty even Homer’s script
can be flipped through enough sheer force of will.
For smaller hero-tombs also exist
in a less frequented corner of Thebes,
where his children have been sorely missed
each day at gates folk honor them in deed.
Poetry in this post: © Jerome Berglund
Published with the permission of Jerome Berglund