Richard L. Provencher

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StoryCAN'T RID OF ME Zemikael Habte ...714 years 4 months ago
StorySun’s Red-Bright Richard L. Prov...214 years 4 months ago
StoryWinter Solstice Silver Spun Sand1214 years 4 months ago
StoryPast the Night of Day Richard L. Prov...214 years 4 months ago
StoryA Friendly Face Denzella714 years 4 months ago
Forum topicSubmisssions Denzella414 years 4 months ago
StoryMarch of the Skeletons seannelson814 years 5 months ago
StoryFreedom prettyrose914 years 5 months ago
StoryForgive Me Jesus (for Bobby) Richard L. Prov...514 years 5 months ago
StoryThe way we were seashore3414 years 5 months ago
StoryOn My Way to the Promised Land Richard L. Prov...514 years 5 months ago
StoryIn the Blink Richard L. Prov...214 years 5 months ago
Storytemptation braintrain314 years 5 months ago
StoryThe night runs in fear of the dreamer Mark Heathcote114 years 5 months ago
StoryDigital Images Richard L. Prov...314 years 6 months ago
StoryFor My Wife Richard L. Prov...214 years 6 months ago
StoryOh Boyhood Richard L. Prov...214 years 6 months ago
StorySeptember's Song Richard L. Prov...414 years 6 months ago
StoryDid You Watch the Sky Richard L. Prov...614 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Neighbours Children Anne Shirley714 years 6 months ago
StoryRiverview Variety Richard L. Prov...014 years 6 months ago
Forum topicGay Rights chasing.parked.cars.1214 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Mennonite Richard L. Prov...214 years 6 months ago
StoryLoneliness Richard L. Prov...214 years 7 months ago
StoryDo Yourself A Favor chasing.parked.cars.514 years 7 months ago

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My stories

A Smorgasbord of Love

I try so hard to understand the meaning of life so I pray every night for family and friends— all so very precious and someone’s delight. From...

Riding High

along ridges of worn and battered asphalt Camden Village is a showcase of homes seeming lost in scattered disarray ‘cause tourists no longer come...

It Came

to overcome the other side of an autumn lake the aroma of a song milked from the universe of diamond-glitter escalating in unhurried stages as a...

A Boy of Eleven

A boy of eleven woke up suddenly stretched and yawned. Seven o’clock already! In panic he pushed his cat aside and looked out the window. A huge...

It's Real

as a tree this old home where thorn bushes unfolded and wood became logs for cabin-building upon this distant space – isolated and free from endless...

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