Morgan Thorson’s Heaven is a devout and meditative exploration of faith and transcendence. On the one hand it is a heaven where nothing much ever happens, on the other hand it is a Heaven fraught with millions of tiny shards of truth. It is glimmery and white and resonant. It is a tone poem, it is small gestures adding up to patterns, growing into big gestures, growing into a chorus of angelic voices that sing like a particularly gifted folk choir.  Lovely stuff.