-Words for the 25th Readings by Singapore writers

-Singapore : places, poems , paintings

-Journey : Words

-Home and Nations and Rythms : A Singaporean Millennial Anthology of Poetry

She is one of the editors of literary website Quarterly Literary Review Singapore

Together with Paul Tan, she took over the organisation and running of the Forum readings in 1997

-Silverkris

-The Straits Times Newspaper

Memories and Desires : A poetic history of Singapore and Love gathers all : The Phillipines-Singapore Anthology of Love Poetry

Schools : University of Cambridge 

University of London

John F. Kennedy School of Government at Harvard University

-editor

-consultant in branding

-communication strategy and corporate social responsibility in SG

-Studied leadership at Mennedy School & Harvard Business School under Ronald Heifetz and Warren Bennis

-Literary editor, political and chief parliament commentator, arts and features supervisor and assistant editor of a weekly world affairs section with the Straits Times from 1988 to 1999

-His regular opinion column, Monday with Koh Buck Song, ran for over 10 years

-Launched & anchored the column "This Week in Politics"

-Contributing columnist based in the USA for the SG newspaper "Today" on current affairs relating to the USA and SG from 2003-2004

-Worked under Singapore Economic Development Board from 1993 to 2003 and 2004 to 2005 in strategic planning and marketing & corporate communications

-Authored and edited more than 20 books

(199) Interview with Professor Tommy Koh in The Arts in Singapore

(2001) The Worth of Wonder

(2005) How not to make money : Inside stories from Singapore's Commercial Affairs Departnment

(2012) Perpetual Spring : Singapore's Gardens By The Bay

etc

How do I colour my city

with creatures busy in living?

Do I walk along as if on an errand

seeking a lotus pond afloat with enlightenment?

Do I go in search of orchid petals

to unfurl whorls for hybrid pollens?

Do I hurry along street plans and measure landuse

to draw lines and shapes for my canvas?

My city has no mountain ranges

to be unscrolled broadened brownness,

neither has she bushfires nor epic tragedies

but her sky can be

as dry and distant as a desert’s.

My city has campaigns, policies and long-term planning,

has a reputation for drivenness

of a small country,

has shopping malls and more…

Is my canvas

a surrealscape of

a slim city slowly coated with melting cheese

where there are clowns with broken legs,

jugglers balancing on shaky stakes,

children spinning on top of whales

growing up to be adults with briefcases

on top of flying clocks?

I want to hiss a snake out of a kettle,

drink it like coffee as the steam scatters,

that I may

frame with passing beatitude and mosaic wisdom,

my city, my canvas.