Tom Thompson’s poems are galvanized by the surge of electrical language, and, more often than not, their popping and buzzing makes the hair stand at the back of your neck.

Slope

Inspired by that infamous city-dwelling poet Baudelaire, the 48 poems of Thompson’s second collection swagger, looking with equal parts wonder and spleen through the streets of New York…. In the best of these, Thompson makes the awful beautiful and the beautiful awful, in the hope that ‘when / radiance comes we go / with it even if it blinds us.’

Publishers Weekly

[Thompson’s] poems are not bound by the constraints of realism or logic but live in that zone above the trampoline’s bounce, a place seemingly-but illusorily-gravity-free…wordplay and punning pour expertly from his poet’s cup.

Library Journal

The Pitch is finally an ebullient celebration, itself a place where the ‘looted images’ of Thompson’s city and life can rise to amaze us regardless of their original homes.

Colorado Review