“let’s talk about the rifle. let’s talk
about the river inside it.”

Maggie Woodward’s Found Footage beckons you into its world, its “strange dream holy & grotesque” with this first poem of couplets and immediately establishes one of its main tensions: “the firstborn feels love / like it’s her blood, / screaming” (“OMEN”). The way we are made to feel can destroy us from the inside out.