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

Give Me

a dream. Just one more like the ones I used to have-- a best friend who lived in Rouyn. Herve his name. A quiet fellow – a great pal; and my first...

Hello Mornin'

so good to see you again. Eyes anxious to accept your skirt of bright apparel--clouds also enjoying the view. I am alive again. Another day to bless...

I Don't

need whiskey to get a high—a rising sun does the job. Its brilliance is a great trick by simply erupting brightly at 5:30 and showing the...

I Gave

birth to the snow that fell— like a whisper of tremors turning rare weather to sad from glad. As a wounded soul it snuck back into the spotlight...

Did You

hear my name today my dear as I write this note to you from the cold-cold North at Winisk – Hudson Bay? I know it is far away and night-time is a...

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