Robinson’s Way
Some lyrics to hope by
This column, truthfully, is a love letter to writing. It comes after after a bout with creative infertility that lasted at least a month. As in most love letters, this one is confused, more garbled [...]
My place to be
The first time I heard the late English singer-songwriter Nick Drake, I thought he was Welsh because of the inflexions that peppered his melodic singing voice. This, as I later found out, came from his [...]
James Baldwin saved my life
Some things leave a mark. This school year did. Its awkward summer break came after a (pointless) return to school that followed a four-month confinement. My life during this period was a carefully-stitched amalgam of [...]
A gift at le marché
For as long as I can remember, the Thursday morning farmer's market has been a weekly institution, a hive that brings vitality to an otherwise gray day (and there are many) in the town of [...]
The acoustic release
I was in a phone conversation with my father in the United States when I learned of the May 25 murder of George Floyd by a white police officer in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Something reverberated within [...]
A day in the life confined
Chatting with my editor and mentor not long ago we came to the obvious subject: Europe's present state of anti-viral confinement. We stated the obvious — that life in both our environments had all but [...]
Migrante, cantá tú canción
Not long ago I took a break from my life in rural Normandy and flew to New York City, in part catch one of the final performances of "American Utopia," a musical show created by [...]
Finally, France is owning up
Columnist Will Robinson, while decrying French complicity against its own Jews, senses he's living through a national wakeup call.
Waking to a new language
I don’t think the memory ever went away. It did leave its mark, no doubt. • from the writings of Marcel Proust The French writer Marcel Proust believed memories were like fish: they came to [...]
Author

Will Keppler Robinson
Will Keppler Robinson was born in New York City’s Greenwich Village in 2005 and has lived in Normandy, France for the past 11 years. He has written two poetry collections, a novel and two plays. A passionate lover of music, he also translates, writes songs, and cultivates vivid interests in history and art-house films.