TWEAKING working-class colloquialisms into new forms of elegy and song, Gwen Aube’s hilarious and uncompromising poems chronicle a precarious, 𝖉𝖊𝖇𝖆𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑 of TRAILER TRASH DIVAS & DISCORD AUTISTICS, living and delighting in survival at the edges of 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕.



You think you know what's coming next? NO! HAHA! There is something incredible waiting for you here.
—CA Conrad

Sings and slangs the tattered glories of tranny life and how we live it.
—imogen smith

Equal parts funny and furious, private and protective, Gwen Aube's writing pushes our battered language right to its ecstatic, aesthetic edge.
—Alexander MacLeod