at digby house, before steve sold the place to hop trains in mexico

New poetry by Gwen Aube

Discordia does not, it turns out, hate everything. Every other week, we share a piece of new or gently-used work from an artist who's earned our respect.

There is art that moves us, and there is art that moves with us. This is Fellow Travellers.

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at digby house, before steve sold the place to hop trains in mexico

at digby house you were playing the drums
while screaming.

you didn’t really have boobs,
but your boobs were out.

you were hitting the drums very fast.
anarchopunk thrash metal fast.
you called stephen harper a fag.

i crushed a beer can on my head,
thought ‘holy fucking shit’ a lot of times,
got kicked in the face, and went home.

six years later at a party i saw you,
wearing a dinosaur onesie
and holding a beer with both hands,
like a nervous dinosaur.

like a meteor shower,
four trans girls swooped on you at once.
you ran away because we scared you.

three years later your boyfriend is visiting—
we watch you play drums in your basement.

           he says:
she is going so fast.
            i say:
i think she has been doing this forever.

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GWEN AUBE is a working class writer living in Montreal, Quebec. Her debut collection is being published in spring 2026 by LittlePuss Press. Her work has appeared in *The Gay & Lesbian Review, *HAD, *Room Magazine, *Filling Station, *Expat Press, and *Contemporary Verse 2. She is a 2025 Doris McCarthy Artist-in-Residence at Fool's Paradise. Alongside Simina Banu, she runs Maybe Mag.

Interested in being a Fellow Traveller? Email your poetry, prose, visual art, etc. to discordia.sucks@gmail.com. We pay (not much), and pieces are collected a few times a year in a small print edition.