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Hi all, and welcome to my new website. Here's some background: I loved SF as a kid, "but when I became a man, I put away childish...

William I. Atkinson
Oct 10, 2019
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A Disciplined Imagination: the Fiction of Science Fiction
Over the years, too, the odds of accidental death steadily accumulate. I grew up watching Loony Tunes, and know that somewhere out there ...

William I. Atkinson
Oct 1, 2019
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Notes From a Grammar Werewolf
My middle son coined this term for me when he was seventeen: Once a month, he says, I lift my snout to the full moon and howl whommmm!

William I. Atkinson
Sep 24, 2019
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For My Wife
Last night I wandered through the moon’s deep dust,
Flung far across an intervening void
By wan Diana, clad in waxen robes;

William I. Atkinson
Sep 24, 2019
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For My Parents on Their Thirtieth Anniversary
What is a mark in time but reckoning of it?
Each anniversary carries in a small black pouch
Strapped to its belt, a slight reminder

William I. Atkinson
Sep 1, 2019
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Please Stand for the Stufessor
I was wondering how I could possibly go from semi-retirement to tackling all this when the phone rang.

William I. Atkinson
Apr 15, 2011
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On Being Proud-Ass!
Grammar rules are like another kind of prescriptive law: The criminal code. Both are useful to consult to avoid errors, or to diagnose...

William I. Atkinson
Dec 19, 2010
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Rules Are Made to be Broken
There are two main ways of looking at English. You can be prescriptive, setting and enforcing strict rules of speech.

William I. Atkinson
Dec 6, 2010
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A Stone, a Leaf, a Door
You’re going where? McCaffee’s director said, and McCaffee shrugged. Just driving, he said. The glower deepened; McCaffee could have sworn..

William I. Atkinson
Sep 1, 2010
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The Littoral
It’s an ill wind that blows nobody good, but of all ills global warming was the illest. The bad stuff was breathtaking...

William I. Atkinson
Aug 1, 2010
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The Vision Gene
After the postdocs’ lecture, Dr Aspler is back in the classroom erasing the blackboard. He comes to HUMILITY, pauses, leaves the word on...

William I. Atkinson
Aug 1, 2010
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Night Sky: Liftoff
To pause at the lip of this voiceless place
To wait at the brink of this frozen dream
And feel its dead breath seep through waiting space

William I. Atkinson
Jan 1, 2010
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