A first collection in four movements, told through the eyes of a peacock learning to live with his own plumage.
It opens with Dance of the Peacock - poems for ballet, for the bodies that taught me what beauty and discipline look like sharing the same breath. Welcome the Peacock to New York follows, written on holiday in a city that does not sleep gently. Then four stories in verse - a queen, a slave named Plato, a love that nearly was - voices I carried home from travel and could not set down. And it closes with What My Feathers Sing, the truths that my feathers hold.