Alex Creece

Introduction to Alex Creece’s Potty Mouth, Potty Mouth

Alex Creece’s Potty Mouth, Potty Mouth is a reckless, glorious, grotty revolution. It’s an insubordinate ‘kissyface of cobwebs’ that sticks it to capitalism, heteronormativity and the patriarchy.

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i ain’t reading all that / i’m happy for you tho / or sorry that happened

“She owed us so many poems” – Keaton Patti’s AI-bot-inspired obituary Constructed one sentence per day What if I don’t have any poems left in me? Don’t talk to me until I’ve had my cosmic comeuppance. It doesn’t matter what …

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Fidget Spinster

For Amelia Newman Can you hear me? Wait—you’re on mute! Uh huh! Okay, I’ve got you now! It’s me! … Yep, it’s Velma’s knobby knees, the Grinch’s gay mothers, Elmo’s favourite ice cream flavour—pistachio— and that music that plays when …

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We consciously eschewed the substantial but well-represented body of Singaporean poetry originally written in English, and instead sought out voices from Tamil, Malay, Chinese and more which have not been as well circulated in the anglophone literary world.

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Tell Me Like You Mean It 3

In curating this chapbook I’m not sure I feel closer to answering these questions: certainly they are never stagnant … But I do feel closer to poetry’s resistance to answer these questions, which does circle back to some kind of answer to my last question – we return to poetry not because we have an answer, but instead return in a process of regeneration.

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Birth-Controlled Dyke

Butter me up with hormone heresy Butter me up, butterfuck so I don’t get battered in the street consequence evaporates like dormant spiders in crumpets doubling bubbling toilet troubles two-minute eternity in a piss-fingered cubicle where our futures sweat with …

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Dirty Talk

I know I’m low in iron when I start craving the dirt. I mix mineral supplements into my orange juice, because you absorb iron more effectively with vitamin C, did you know? and then the cravings subside. But the supplements …

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Brutalism: Poems by Alex Creece

During a recent conversation, a friend and fellow writer asked what I considered to be my greatest literary strength. I am grateful for her patience, because I definitely didn’t arrive at a speedy conclusion.

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Review Short: Iris Fan Xing’s South of Words

Christopher (Kit) Kelen has described Iris Fan Xing’s South of Words as ‘not translation’. The intersection between English and Chinese Mandarin lies at its heart, reflecting Fan’s converging identities across settings and cultures.

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Alex Creece Reviews Marion May Campbell’s third body

Third body takes form on the cusp of metamorphoses between species, ecosystems, technologies, existential planes, and even between art and artist. ‘passing’, the title of its first section, becomes a motif of the entire collection – perhaps most significantly for its variety of meanings.

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Alex Creece on as Production Editor

I’m honoured to announce that Alex Creece is joining the Cordite Poetry Review fold as Production Editor, joining us from her time in the Cordite / Monash University Summer Term Internship Program.

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