Tracey maps a girlhood lineage embedded in danger, wreckage, yearning and healing. Her poems are love letters snared on bloody barbwire. Enter the hazardous, smoky, erotic atmosphere of Some Kind of Shelter, and be spellbound by her gut-wrenching poems: “a string of grace notes” craftily insisting “this will only hurt a little.” —Simone Muench, author of Orange Crush Sara Tracey illuminates the lives of the working class and the broken hearted with language 'clipped from hymnals.' The people in her poems know the 'small magic' of cheap beer, pickup trucks, and dollar stores. They yearn to flee and to return to landscapes where the 'dirt is made from bones." These portraits, of course, are also searing self-portraits. Tracey's empathic gaze earns my trust as a reader. Her soulful command of the line and of the image earns my respect as a poet. –Eduardo C. Corral, author of Slow Lightning Physical and emotional distances drive these fraught and beautiful poems. Tracey elegizes these absences, cataloging the doubt engendered by desire. This collection explores what the body can bear and how much forgiveness love requires. –Traci Brimhall, author of Our Lady of the Ruins Tracey’s first full-length collection pays tribute to the small myths and subtle beauties that make life profound. Some Kind of Shelter dazzles with its assembly of characters and its use of story to unite even the most dissimilar paths on a map. This is a promising debut by a poet who treats the world with great compassion and never overlooks the brilliance found in humble places. –Mary Biddinger, author of O Holy Insurgency