Richard L. Provencher

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StoryIn Days Richard L. Prov...25 years 2 months ago
StoryA First Chance Richard L. Prov...35 years 2 months ago
StoryShe Sits Richard L. Prov...35 years 2 months ago
StorySome Day Richard L. Prov...15 years 2 months ago
StoryTwilight Strokes Richard L. Prov...65 years 2 months ago
StoryI See. I See Richard L. Prov...15 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Wind is Similar Richard L. Prov...25 years 2 months ago
StoryWhy Do Richard L. Prov...15 years 2 months ago
StoryEpigram Richard L. Prov...25 years 2 months ago
StoryA Roar Too Often Richard L. Prov...25 years 2 months ago
Story"Sorry" jolono205 years 3 months ago
StoryCourage Forward Richard L. Prov...15 years 3 months ago
StoryNa-Na is Gone Richard L. Prov...25 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Wind Sways Richard L. Prov...25 years 3 months ago
StorySo Long Richard L. Prov...15 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Wind 2 Richard L. Prov...05 years 3 months ago
StorySeptember Chills Jane Hyphen165 years 3 months ago
StoryListen Richard L. Prov...15 years 3 months ago
StoryMomma Don't Cry Richard L. Prov...25 years 3 months ago
StoryGood Morning Richard L. Prov...05 years 3 months ago
StoryFreeDom Richard L. Prov...25 years 3 months ago
CollectionFreeDom Richard L. Prov...25 years 3 months ago
StoryHush at Last Richard L. Prov...95 years 4 months ago
StoryThis Older Guy Richard L. Prov...05 years 4 months ago
StoryEcstasy Richard L. Prov...15 years 4 months ago

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My stories

Gold cherry

Crossing the Line

I slid across our side-walk until a magic carpet of leaves hoisted me onto the wind- it’s a hot summer night on the edge of farewell as Autumn’s...
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The Bone of Night

He bumped & bruised as a PTSD victim on his way up the stairs to our room after an afternoon of overtime drinking – his usual fun time – ours was...
Cherry

An Original Obsession

Undercurrents ensure the power of waves by scouring beneath for anything which may impede Northumberland Strait’s drive and bouncing crests are...
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Fulfilment

When the day turns sour and a warm wind disappears this road will take you somewhere- perhaps to a better place.

Portrait of a Forest

The sun warms leaves that grapple with the wind and I lay on the grass contemplating whether to cut it or not- and a gentle wind teases leaves into a...

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