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

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Night Time

Before you could say, “Peanut butter sandwich,” evening clouds changed into a stack of black and blue pillow-piles. Colin shivered. Good thing he had...

A Summons

The evening sky opens up my heart with joy- it blends beauty and appreciation in one gulp and I know from the colours lying in twilight layers...

First Date 1955

The first time I dated Irene sure felt good to be old enough and allowed to dance close after all the staying apart rules with arms extended as feet...

I Cannot Explain

through words the beauty of this moment how I must stand on both feet as I gaze at two deer- mother and child one needing one giving her fondness as...

This Morning I

shuffle downstairs from our tall apt and feed a bone-chattering January daring it to harness my frame to take me by the shoulders & assault my...

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