I'm learning to allow for visions, the primary speaker of The Trailhead announces, setting out through a landscape populated by swan-killers, war torturers, and kings. Much of the book takes place in the contemporary American West, and these poems reckon with the violence inherent in that history. A conversion narrative of sorts, the book examines the self as a burned-over district, individual and cultural pain as a crucible in which the book's sibyls and spinsters are remade, transfigured. Sacralization/is when things become holy, also/when vertebrae fuse, the book tells us, pulling at the tensions between secular and sacred embodiment, exposing the essential difficulty of being a speaking woman. The collection arrives at a taut, gendered calling-a firm faith in the power and worth of the female voice-and a broader faith in poetry not as a vehicle of atonement or expiation, but as bulwark against our frailties and failings.