Richard L. Provencher

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I have 2695 stories published in 30 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 2792913 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

Rejoice

There is a shadow that once followed me it breathed fire and fear within my spirit and caused me to stumble often. Each time I arose I fell. Each...
Cherry

I exist

I exist in the DNA of my children and in the heart and lips of my wife – the forest where I trailed miles and its beauty of animals and trees birch...

In Days

In days of yonder forest now grown tall and green I left sparks of energy from my youth among the streams and now older in a land I still remember...

A First Chance

A first chance to kiss the ocean and feel its rush upon my toes-- the largeness of its power slap currents against the shoreline noisy gulls above...

Some Day

I will straddle the ocean and race across its tidal bore overcoming the flow of current creasing my bow-- a canoe on Northumberland Strait heading to...

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