Thomas’ flinty new collection of poems, Tenderfoot, spanning forty years, hammers home the idea of expanding the view of landscape to include the self. Witness “Climbing Through A Deeper Silence” or the pilot’s vertigo in “Detail from a Combat Flight,” or the view from under the sea in “Fear of Singing.” Some, in fixed forms and written at the start of the poet’s journey, get to breathe again after years of incubation. Journey, pushing on into the interior, alone or with witness, seeking pause, and finally the end of looking, defines the great sweep of the book. And get a load of “Search by Posse”—maybe the best straight up, relentless narrative poem by an American since Dick Hugo. It alone is worth the price of the book. Let’s hope this will put readers on notice that some poets who choose to self-publish really know which end is up. —Geoff Peterson, Fiery Messengers (an Authorhouse imprint)