Glyphs, a new collection of poetry from Colin B. Douglas, includes poems (some revised) from his first book, First Light, First Water, along with fifty-six new pieces, all stunningly dreamlike, disturbing, and beautiful. Douglas writes: Readers will find the poems in the first part of this collection, approximately through ‘Outside the Longhouse, ’ to be readily accessible, but those in the latter part of the book may seem puzzling and strange-‘surrealistic.’ If the reader finds a beauty in those poems, despite their seeming irrationality, and though it be a mysterious beauty, then I call them successful. To my mind, poems of this kind can be merest glimpses through a window on the infinite and eternal and marvelous and rationally, literally unspeakable mystery of being, of ‘that which is Spirit, even the Spirit of truth, ’ in the words of Joseph Smith (Doctrine and Covenants 93:23); of the utter freedom-agency-of Being; of the erotic and convulsively beautiful ecstasy of Eternal Life and Creation