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.



WOW! Gwen Aube makes a speedway for poems, racing up your neck and into the mouth of your surprised, opening face! You think you know what's coming next? NO! HAHA! There is something incredible waiting for you here.
—CAConrad

Weaving through frigid squats, drug addled sorta-ecstasies, and masturbatory escapades at the state funded gallery, Gwen Aube’s transsexual, working class pastorals posit grime first as grime, then as glamour & necessity, amongst the broad taxonomy of strange looking women. Aube's poems sing and slang 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. Missed Connections with Tall Girls is serious, necessary work, but don't expect solemnity; Aube's book is a roaring good time.
—Alexander MacLeod