Richard L. Provencher

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StoryWhen I Dance Richard L. Prov...413 years 2 months ago
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Hodge Podge

Bags of memory lay across her back as she stared fascinated at the weedy exit from a farm that used to be. It was 63 years ago when Esther left the...

Charlie

is a survivor on the edge. He reeks - wears give-aways - pees his pants and belches no matter where. He’s human. Scoots around town on his bicycle...

Erased

from the sun no longer to receive natural Vitamin D and warmth upon my skin nor brag on a tan sought for today- perhaps there are pages yet to play...

Morning Swoop

from a morning crow trying to imitate an eagle front of me as I sit outside his wing movements sounding like a pant-pant-pant as if breathing was an...

I Strode

across a nightly trail set apart from trees which stood so tall – I in my hiking attire stared above at the separation of forest and a plantation of...

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