Richard L. Provencher

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I have 2695 stories published in 30 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 2772218 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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The woods are skin to God’s gift and a spiritual journey unmasks His delight.

This Homeless Man

This Homeless Man came to me asking for a cup of coffee & a donut feeling blue - an afternoon encounter now bringing him close to me and I...
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Not a Fairy Tale

Stoking the fire means warmth for hiking on a very cold day pasted to a northern wind. A deer poking his head through flailing flakes shows there is...
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Snowballs in the Making

Tarry me not as falling crystals fill my facial-space and I rush in hurried motions across a slide of sidewalk ice avoiding clusters of people also...

Stuffed in a Box

It was quite simple to hide from the early morning sun. All Paul had to do was pull down the shade gaining an opportunity for more sleep. But his...

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