listen to the still small voice

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.

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