periwinkle blues marks a moment from my fathers history. While fishing in the Gulf of St. Lawrence in the late nineteen-seventies my father was on a boat that landed five blue fin tuna in three days. This was an incredible achievement as most boats in the fleet would not catch five of these fish over their entire season. The fish ranged in weight from just under four-hundred to over one thousand pounds. My father caught two fish each weighing eight-hundred pounds. He kept the hook from one of the catches in a pine box on top of his bureau and he kept pictures of him standing next to the enormous fish as they hung from their tails at the dock in the top drawer of his desk. I spent my entire life looking at these images and pushing my fingertips into the sharp point of the enormous hook.