Richard L. Provencher

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I have 2695 stories published in 30 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 2787359 times and 241 of my stories have been cherry picked.
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Richard Laurent Provencher

Richard is from Rouyn-Noranda, Quebec. His enjoyment of the woods combined with contemporary issues form the basis of his writing. Richard is now concentrating on his Story-Poems, which he believes is like a global adventure in a land without borders. His background as a miner, welfare officer, supply teacher, newspaper reporter, and a further 22 years in social services provide him with ample article material.

Richard has work in print and online with literary magazines such as Inscribed, Hudson View, Short Story Library, Ottawa Arts Review, Paragon 111, Tower Poetry, Caduceus, The Danforth Review, Other Voices International, Rubicon Publishing, Writer's Block, The Foliate Oak, Parenting Express, The Penwood Review, and Blue Skies Poetry.

Note: Richard L. Provencher will be 80 on September 10, 2022, lives with his precious wife, Esther and he were married 48 years ago, as of March 27, 2023. Richard continues to joyfully write all types of poetry, and posts his work now, all of it on ABCtales.com. They have lived in lovely Pictou, Glenholme and Truro, Nova Scotia since April 1986. Richard & Esther have a very strong Christian faith. Bless each one of you who enjoy our writing, and we are pleased to share our work, via Online Posting. -Richard & Esther

My stories

Orphan Boy

awakes from a fanciful dream sits up and places bony toes on the floor. The sun shines too brightly into morning eyes- takes a moment to think. A new...

A Wholesome Threesome

THE SINGER wrote a jigger of a song- adjusts his string guitar and teases eager lips as a tune escapes around the bay. We listen to its charm from a...

The Nova Scotia I Know

How I enjoy an Autumn trail with colour beneath my feet- a wind of chill against my cheek. After heaving breath from hilly Cape Blomidon’s strict...
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You are the sun and moon the idle in my heart. With one smile I can conquer my fears or do a somersault- in my dreams (of course).

Come Home

son of mine – I did not understand the way you felt now I see and read about others who share the pain of parents who feel the blame for something...

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