Richard L. Provencher

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I have 2695 stories published in 30 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 2748044 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

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When I Write

I delight in writing about the sky with its colours and windy tussles while below stories need telling about life among those in cities and towers...
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What I Miss

What I Miss is swinging for hours in our backyard the way I used to do riding higher and higher on the swing daddy made for me then growing bolder as...
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You're the Reason

You’re the Reason for my wings. A lit up lady with fire in your eyes and the energy of a lightning bolt that races to its destination- carrying me...

The Anvil

For a few moments a shiver of cold tap-dances across my chest and thankful the weight from new street treasures press down on my homeless body. Am I...

Choices

We often looked in wonder at the strands of steel track which meandered off into the unknown- ten year olds in the 1950’s knew it led to fame &...

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