Richard L. Provencher

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I have 2695 stories published in 30 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 2786435 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

A Platform of Serenity

Silent as a silhouette deer nibble the grass- a succulence after rainfall assures freshness tasty and boldness in its composition. Winter is coming...

Eddie

always had knee holes in his jeans back in 1952 perhaps a forerunner to that style today lots of love in his home much caring in spite of little...

An Historical Rendezvous

Beside a gathering of clouds – a finger of escaping light disappears into the twilight leading my imagination on a magic journey- it is a time for...

Thank You For Me

When I wake up my eyes look for mommy. Then my arms throw off my blanket. It becomes an airplane flying across the room. SMACK! right against the...

Foster Cat

"I wish I could have a rest," Wish whispered. The boy’s curly hair danced in the wind. And young muscles ached from carrying moving boxes. Mom’s...

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