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

He Awakens

with a growl gives himself a shake then launches into the morning sun-- a woodsy jaunt should help stir the blood lurking in his veins. He knows...

An Old

farmhouse stands as a sentinel ghostly and alone— the wind surly with a voice of its own creaking wood dried up with rattles like bones from ancient...

The Sun

is sly as a morning peek schemes across a sheltered peak and within the valley sunbeams embrace rivulets of fresh water. Towering pines covet the...

I Came To

touch the sky with crunching underfoot and grasping a scene to share within my soul an electric contact as I glow along with the sky-- and feel...

Baby, Come Home

Sits on the front step watching his little ones. Debby is two and the man of the house Johnny six -- acts like ten. Not so pleasant being the dad...

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