Richard L. Provencher

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StoryThe Best of Love Richard L. Prov...414 years 11 months ago
StoryMan on a Tractor Richard L. Prov...214 years 11 months ago
StoryThe blackness of plastic bin bags. ScoZen1514 years 11 months ago
StoryFresh Fish hudsonmoon314 years 11 months ago
StoryHome from Somewhere Richard L. Prov...214 years 11 months ago
StoryNot So Far Away Richard L. Prov...114 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Lock Up Richard L. Prov...214 years 11 months ago
StoryOde to joy fromagreenhill514 years 12 months ago
StoryFirefly Chasing Richard L. Prov...315 years 2 days ago
StoryGrandma, Our Rose (1892-1992) Richard L. Prov...215 years 5 days ago
StoryWinter Solstice Richard L. Prov...215 years 5 days ago
StoryThe Night Has Bite Richard L. Prov...215 years 6 days ago
StoryTime to Chuckle Richard L. Prov...415 years 6 days ago
Forum topicPeter Falk R.I.P. well-wisher1015 years 1 week ago
StoryMust Lose Weight Richard L. Prov...215 years 1 week ago
StoryOne Deliberate Notion Richard L. Prov...315 years 1 week ago
StoryHere I Am Richard L. Prov...215 years 1 week ago
StoryShedding Our Summer Skin MaliciousMudkip615 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Lighthouse Richard L. Prov...215 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDetroit Unhinged Richard L. Prov...215 years 2 weeks ago
StorySleepover in Toronto Richard L. Prov...315 years 2 weeks ago
StorySomeday, My Turn Richard L. Prov...215 years 2 weeks ago
StorySometimes Richard L. Prov...215 years 2 weeks ago
StorySoul-Searching Richard L. Prov...315 years 2 weeks ago
StoryWinter Comes Richard L. Prov...215 years 3 weeks 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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