Richard L. Provencher

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I have 2695 stories published in 30 collections on the site.
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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

Enter the Meadow

I long for cows like the ones who enjoyed the chase – us kids watching their tails swish the way their haunches swayed in the wind and cow pies...

An Audience

for a flower under the sun where there is joy and flavour a lone occupant upon the land sitting within a field of forget-me-nots. Splayed across my...

There is No End

to a cold plate of snow its embankments as passions unbridled beneath pillowed-clouds awaiting a second assault of furious intentions and prepare we...

The Last Bus Ride 2

I saw him on his usual walk of day exercise for an older man-- once a firebrand for life‘s joy -- now accepting this act of childhood the hand he...

The Last Bus Stop

I saw him on the walk of day a firebrand of life through an act of love. The hand he held a little child perhaps his grandchild her eyes of hope...

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