Philip Monks – Writer

philip-monks-headshot2 Hi, you’ve reached the website of Philip Monks, writer. I write plays and poems. I’m based in Bristol, but also have a long-standing connection with Birmingham. I’ve written over 20 plays for young people and families (as well as one or two purely for adults!) and have published 2 poetry pamphlets, edited several poetry and writing anthologies, performed at many events and regularly contribute to the Poetry On Loan projects.

I have a close connection with Moving Hands Theatre and with Bristol Old Vic Theatre School and my adaptation of Treasure Island was on at the Redgrave Theatre in Bristol last Christmas (2016).

I’m a founding partner of Hoopla Productions, specialising in music theatre for young people. There is a dedicated website for our play The Night Queen which will give you an idea of what we do.

I work extensively with schools, libraries, arts and other venues, from one-off visits to long-term collaborations. Some examples are on my workshops page. Do contact me at if you want to know more or arrange a visit.

I’ve undertaken several writing residencies, especially with art galleries and museums and in 2013 was part of the large West Midlands project Art In The Heart. Some of the poems written by myself and others as part of the project can be seen at the Art In The Heart Poetry website. Iris Of A Peeping Eye Anthology Image

There is an anthology of work, Iris Of A Peeping Eye, co-edited by myself and Jonathan Davidson of Writing West Midlands.

You can also watch a video around my poem The Act Of Looking, created by the wonderful Graham Kershaw on Facebook.

I am a Visiting Lecturer in Creative Writing at Newman University and I am also a long-standing Visiting Lecturer in Creative Writing at the University of Birmingham, where I’m doing a PhD on the impact of digital media on the traditional poetry book.

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There’s more background about me at LinkedIn and you can contact me via that site or at

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