Letting Go the Blue
A Novel
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An absent father, a lover, a murderer returns to a small prairie town. He wants to start again and convinces his wife to run away with him. But has he really changed? Can he? Or will he repeat the night he killed his wife’s father as he faces a confrontation with his son’s Métis lover?
Letting Go the Blue is a novel about choosing the life that we live, and how we become trapped or released by what we expect to be given to us.
Letting Go the Blue
“She wanted to know what it would feel like to miss something. What is was like to let something go. Her arms were open wide like a net that gathered and gathered. Everything. All possibility.”
Shorter Works
“Of course I had something, and it was plain for everyone to see. He could see my life, and he wanted that. He wanted to be me.”
Island Writers
“It was important to know where you stood, to have some power now that she was in high school. Always get out of the car, never let them trap you in the corners. She felt a vague sense of disgust that her mother didn’t instinctively know this.”
Descant
“I am a clod. And not in the endearing way: lithe, clumsy women stumble into the DJ in their black platforms breaking the beat and causing everyone to turn and look and smile because she covers her mouth with a beautiful innocence.”
The Fiddlehead
“The man rubbed his eyes again. Chris, who’d been peeing in the trees, ran toward them. When the old man saw Chris running, he leaned toward Joel and David and said in a low voice, ‘Did he kill her?’.”
The Fiddlehead
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Flash Fiction
“Once, in a Canadian autumn, she had stepped under the trees and disappeared into deep shadow; her yellow scarf had fluttered into the dry branches.”
Fevered Spring Anthology
“Men who wanted something from her, an awkward and ugly child with dark eyes and a lower lip ragged from obsessive chewing.”
Flash in the Pan
This is the Fairy Tale You Know By Heart
“The ink is black, the pen itself is black and the words scrawl what you want: a tiny, black gun.”
Kiss Machine