Richard L. Provencher

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My stories

Enter the Meadow

I long for cows like the ones who enjoyed the chase – us kids watching their tails swish the way their haunches swayed in the wind and cow pies...

An Audience

for a flower under the sun where there is joy and flavour a lone occupant upon the land sitting within a field of forget-me-nots. Splayed across my...

There is No End

to a cold plate of snow its embankments as passions unbridled beneath pillowed-clouds awaiting a second assault of furious intentions and prepare we...

The Last Bus Ride 2

I saw him on his usual walk of day exercise for an older man-- once a firebrand for life‘s joy -- now accepting this act of childhood the hand he...

The Last Bus Stop

I saw him on the walk of day a firebrand of life through an act of love. The hand he held a little child perhaps his grandchild her eyes of hope...

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