Richard L. Provencher

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StoryOne More Day (prose poem) Richard L. Prov...414 years 4 months ago
StoryMedusas chelseyflood1914 years 5 months ago
StoryConversations With Myself skinner_jennifer1714 years 5 months ago
StoryLooking Out for Number One Richard L. Prov...914 years 5 months ago
StoryWindy as a Morning Scent Richard L. Prov...314 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Best of Love Richard L. Prov...414 years 5 months ago
StoryMan on a Tractor Richard L. Prov...214 years 5 months ago
StoryThe blackness of plastic bin bags. ScoZen1514 years 5 months ago
StoryFresh Fish hudsonmoon314 years 5 months ago
StoryHome from Somewhere Richard L. Prov...214 years 5 months ago
StoryNot So Far Away Richard L. Prov...114 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Lock Up Richard L. Prov...214 years 5 months ago
StoryOde to joy fromagreenhill514 years 5 months ago
StoryFirefly Chasing Richard L. Prov...314 years 5 months ago
StoryGrandma, Our Rose (1892-1992) Richard L. Prov...214 years 5 months ago
StoryWinter Solstice Richard L. Prov...214 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Night Has Bite Richard L. Prov...214 years 5 months ago
StoryTime to Chuckle Richard L. Prov...414 years 5 months ago
Forum topicPeter Falk R.I.P. well-wisher1014 years 5 months ago
StoryMust Lose Weight Richard L. Prov...214 years 5 months ago
StoryOne Deliberate Notion Richard L. Prov...314 years 6 months ago
StoryHere I Am Richard L. Prov...214 years 6 months ago
StoryShedding Our Summer Skin MaliciousMudkip614 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Lighthouse Richard L. Prov...214 years 6 months ago
StoryDetroit Unhinged Richard L. Prov...214 years 6 months ago

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My stories

Cherry

Deep

in the mountains of forever land lives a stream so high it flits its way between rocky cracks and collects in bowls of flooding moisture laying claim...

Impressions

I was born in rage and they called me Thunder. I can see the world in little pieces if we don’t smarten up and get along.

Birds of Joy

I feast on their movements the flair of it the swaying and meandering across the air in front of me their scoots from one branch to a second and a...

If Only

I could touch the sky and hear the angels sing I would dance with my mom and dad and play but I can’t ‘cause they’re no longer here— they’re with...

The Strength I Feel

in a Harvest Moon reaching out to lovers gazing up in wondrous salutation beams of strength soft -- translucent with messages to dream about. Life is...

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