Richard L. Provencher

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Forum topicJust Off the Top of Your Head... Savx1513 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Beach at Dark Savx813 years 11 months ago
StoryEagle Watches Richard L. Prov...313 years 11 months ago
StoryFalling… Richard L. Prov...313 years 11 months ago
StoryOn to Edmonton Richard L. Prov...613 years 11 months ago
StoryCAN'T RID OF ME Zemikael Habte ...713 years 11 months ago
StorySun’s Red-Bright Richard L. Prov...213 years 11 months ago
StoryWinter Solstice Silver Spun Sand1213 years 12 months ago
StoryPast the Night of Day Richard L. Prov...214 years 32 min ago
StoryA Friendly Face Denzella714 years 2 days ago
Forum topicSubmisssions Denzella414 years 3 days ago
StoryMarch of the Skeletons seannelson814 years 4 days ago
StoryFreedom prettyrose914 years 6 days ago
StoryForgive Me Jesus (for Bobby) Richard L. Prov...514 years 1 week ago
StoryThe way we were seashore3414 years 1 week ago
StoryOn My Way to the Promised Land Richard L. Prov...514 years 1 week ago
StoryIn the Blink Richard L. Prov...214 years 2 weeks ago
Storytemptation braintrain314 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe night runs in fear of the dreamer Mark Heathcote114 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDigital Images Richard L. Prov...314 years 1 month ago
StoryFor My Wife Richard L. Prov...214 years 1 month ago
StoryOh Boyhood Richard L. Prov...214 years 1 month ago
StorySeptember's Song Richard L. Prov...414 years 1 month ago
StoryDid You Watch the Sky Richard L. Prov...614 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Neighbours Children Anne Shirley714 years 1 month ago

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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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