SIMON PARKER
  • Home
  • Blog
  • Theatre
    • Aching Parts
    • Take me to where the arrows no longer fall
    • The Right Kind of Violence
    • Own Goal
    • Mooring
    • Yellow Fever
    • Just Like Flies
    • Snap
    • Home
    • Vex
  • Fictions
    • Gross
    • The 7.22
    • For Those Who Trespass
    • Karaoke
    • We Only Notice When It's Gone
    • This is a story that I am going to make a story out of
    • Les Anglais en Vacances
    • She
    • La Comedie Humaine
  • POETRY
    • Unfolding
    • Street Scene
    • Said and done
    • Ingres and Delacroix share a coffee
    • If you follow the silk road
    • In him we trust
    • n.b. for Barney
    • Who Can Erase The Traces?
  • LIVEWORKS
    • Notes from a wanderer
  • News
  • New Page
  • Contact
Curiosity is a means of declaring our allegiance to the human fold
                                                                                                                         Alberto Manguel


Simon Parker is a London based writer, performer and teacher.

His work has been  published in The Ekphrastic Review and performed at the Lyric Hammersmith Studio, Hackney Empire Studio, The Place, Somerset House, Half Moon Theatre, Southbank Centre,  the Totally Thames Festival, and the Edinburgh Fringe Festival. 

​Simon is an associate artist of Vocal Point Theatre, a theatre company dedicated to telling stories from those not often heard, and providing workshops for the marginalised.

He runs a creative writing group for the homeless, socially excluded and vulnerable at 240 Project. He also facilitates two reading groups for The Reader, combatting loneliness and social isolation through literature.

The Right Kind of Violence (2017) and Snap (2015) were both longlisted for The Bruntwood Prize,  the former was also shortlisted by the BBC Writersroom (2018). In 2017 he was a finalist for the Galtelli Literary Prize for We Only Notice When It's Gone


​Simon was born in a flat in Brixton, South London, which he and his brother managed to burn down. His education came from selling fruit at Berwick Street Market, stealing books from the local library – (safely returned to their shelves from the blue Adidas sports bag he dragged into the building), and delivering beds, which were occasionally sawn in half to manage the stairs. He lives in West London and no longer steals books. His occasional stealing of a pork pie continues. 



​
For full scripts or performance rights contact me here
Proudly powered by Weebly
  • Home
  • Blog
  • Theatre
    • Aching Parts
    • Take me to where the arrows no longer fall
    • The Right Kind of Violence
    • Own Goal
    • Mooring
    • Yellow Fever
    • Just Like Flies
    • Snap
    • Home
    • Vex
  • Fictions
    • Gross
    • The 7.22
    • For Those Who Trespass
    • Karaoke
    • We Only Notice When It's Gone
    • This is a story that I am going to make a story out of
    • Les Anglais en Vacances
    • She
    • La Comedie Humaine
  • POETRY
    • Unfolding
    • Street Scene
    • Said and done
    • Ingres and Delacroix share a coffee
    • If you follow the silk road
    • In him we trust
    • n.b. for Barney
    • Who Can Erase The Traces?
  • LIVEWORKS
    • Notes from a wanderer
  • News
  • New Page
  • Contact