This is excellent, wrote my bass teacher, sending me a link to an article about American writer James Baldwin’s relationship with France. He knows that Baldwin is among my heroes. I’ve been guided by his [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
Not long ago, a poet friend asked me to write the afterword for his most recent collection, titled "Think of All the Beauty Still Left." The title paraphrases a quote from Anne Frank’s diary, and, [...]
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 [...]
Will Keppler Robinson was born in Greenwich Village, New York, in 2005. He has written two poetry collections, a novel, and is currently working on his third novel. A passionate lover of music, he also translates and writes songs. He now lives in Paris, pursuing a dual major in history and English literature at the Sorbonne.