Richard L. Provencher

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I have 2695 stories published in 30 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 2786108 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

Cherry

I Want

to curlicue in a current of wind soaring gliding trading up and down thermals born in the energizing beginnings of time when glaciers grew into...
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An Older Age

As I linger into older age my bones do crave warmth ‘cause winter weather seems to plunge me into a chill- not so when younger days encouraged me to...

Joe is the Man

He shuffles in a meandering sort of way up one side of the street down another no special route as long as it gets him home after a long Crossing...

A Horse Races Wildly

in the Summer of another day. I place a tired foot into another crevice – my toes now secure in a glacial cliff from eons gone by on a sheer dare...

In the Summertime

A copse of birch trees serene in their placement are comfortable in a forest of freedom- such magnificence and beauty. I could easily invite them to...

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