Richard L. Provencher

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I have 2695 stories published in 30 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 2747735 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

Mysterious Encounter

Snow-print-shadows sought refuge from the partnership of cold and wind. He slipped into the winter creek lost a boot & sock. Foolish to test the...
Cherry

Into the Light

Twilight not just an apparition but a true taste of Nature silent as a bat flipping wings into the solace of a glassy lake- colours whispering in our...
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Streetwise

Walking the streets towing hunger ain’t no fun – especially when you’re on the run. Hope the cops don’t get me just ‘cause I hoisted some food from...
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Overture

When was the last time you shook hands with the sun while observing a wile deer on an afternoon of Autumn colours & tunes from loons to share?
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I Remember When

In the 1940-50’s we stomped on wooden sidewalks – looked for pennies between the slats & bragged up energy playing tag and wrestling. RR tracks...

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