Cheong Yaun Marn studies herself after her ex-bike--the Purple Princess; and sometimes signs off as Maxine the Bimbo. Agewise, she's entering the era of confetti and babies but remain resolutely shocked by all the antics around me. She also thinks Peter Carey's excellent and would like to hear of any existing fanclubs.
Grace Chia (description not available).
- Mr Big
A Few Bad Men
Eddie Tay (description not available).
- Cellular Soul
Why I Write
Chia Han Leon.
a.k.a. Leon, is not really a poet. He is a musician who unfortunately found himself equiped with a pen rather than a [insert musical instrument]. Experiencing life as a piece of music gives him the faith to overcome that thing they call the "modernist paradox." He believes that the 21st century will be a new Age of Myticism, where the power of myth will return, rationalist science will be absorbed into it, the Eternal Feminine will replace masculinism and all art will become as music. He is a deep admirer of J.S. Bach, Jean Sibelius, George Herbert, Sandro Botticelli, William Shakespeare and other nice people.
Julian Lim is right-handed and has short hair. He likes water and plays the electric harmonica in the JB band, "Schrodinger's [sic] Chain Saw". While finding time to mastermind the Revolution, he also enjoys Minesweeper. He is currently serving a 2.5 year sentence for, allegedly, "making things up".
- Sylvier
Some recollections of our friend Barodin
Two People
An Atheist Goes to MacRitchie Reservoir
Pat
Lee Kin Mun spends most of his time in front of his Macintosh doing his Graphic Design thang to pay for his other indulgences, namely, music, computer games and his wife-to-be. He writes poetry in moments of lucidity when he is done watching sci-fi at 2 am in the morning and occasionally writes gospel rock music. He plays a mean tambourine...
- Mail Call
Peter Wong Choong Yi writes poetry to enjoy the infinitely wonderful English language, and to entertain friends. He has been inspired and influenced by, among other poets, his Creative Arts Programme mentor Koh Buck Song, and his contemporary Toh Hsien Min. Peter hopes to continue his passionate hobby of writing even when he starts medical school in July 96.
- Portrait of a Departure
Dreamsmith
Nelson Ko Tzih Hoh has been writing poetry since 1988. The nature of Nelson's poetry ranges from the melancholic to the celebratory. Most of his earlier poems are delicately religious, and gently probing. His more recent works on the subject of love are thoughtful but nonetheless enjoyable.
- Love Trilogy: ...Romance...Blues...Ecstasy
Benjamin Ma is the co-editor of "First Words," a collective publishing effort from members of the Creative Arts Programme. He is an avid writer and lover of the arts.
- A Study of Three Flasks
Momento Mori (for Seow Yien Lein)
Sherrie Lee Cheng is currently a first year student at NUS and aspires to pursue Literature till she catches hold of it. She believes that poetry should be read out loud in order for people to capture the music of the words. Sherrie also has a passion for music and would like to compose music for films.
- Star Gazer
Secret Dream
Sheri Kristen Goh a second-year literature major, has no idea why she writes, except for its emotionally cathartic benefits and the fact that she can say snide things about people without them realising. No no, actually, she hopes to become an accomplished writer some day, to break away from her present Plath-esque confessional poetry to something a little tighter in øcraft and more universal. She is more greatly influenced by the works of primarily Sylvia Plath, and less so by greater poets such as Yeats and Eliot.
- Demolition
Lovesong to Myself: a villanelle
Cheshire Cat indulges his time in sleeping, lazing around, and generally trying to behave in as bohemian a way as possible, occasionally writing poetry (an overstatement) and junk articles (an understatement). He is currently being forced to work for a decent meal, having emptied his piggy on "bohemian leisures".
- The Stone Path
Rose of Summer
Omnibus Pilgrimage

Read This Issue of The Flying Inkpot