James Joyce, Jesuit-educated, first visited a prostitute
at 14, and wrote some famous books.
He was afraid of thunder and lightning.
Hid under bedcovers. He also feared dogs –
walked with rocks pocketed, just in case.
For inspiration, over his desk a photograph –
a statue of Penelope, wife of Odysseus/Ulysses.
And one of a man from Trieste –
unnamed but the model for Leopold Bloom.
My desk – his photo – keeps words flowing.