Richard L. Provencher

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StoryImminent Moments Richard L. Prov...314 years 11 months ago
StoryI Am a Prisoner Richard L. Prov...214 years 11 months ago
StoryWhy, in Sderot Richard L. Prov...414 years 11 months ago
StoryVanilla, a Choice of Season Richard L. Prov...414 years 11 months ago
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StoryOctoberfest Richard L. Prov...414 years 11 months ago
StoryLetter to a Wandering Son Richard L. Prov...814 years 11 months ago
StoryThoughts on Our Native Population Richard L. Prov...314 years 11 months ago
StoryOur Este Angel Richard L. Prov...415 years 4 days ago
StoryTrading Up The Ladder Richard L. Prov...015 years 4 days ago
StoryMarie, Your Smile (prose poem) Richard L. Prov...015 years 5 days ago
StoryShuffling Along King Street Richard L. Prov...015 years 5 days ago
Storyeste angel Richard L. Prov...015 years 1 week ago
StoryWhen Chaos Rules Richard L. Prov...115 years 1 week ago
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StorySlider Richard L. Prov...315 years 3 weeks ago
StoryDiary of a fearful poet maggyvaneijk1415 years 3 weeks ago
StoryA Moment to Ponder skinner_jennifer1615 years 1 month ago
StoryLateness of Light Richard L. Prov...315 years 1 month ago
StoryTop of the Mountain Richard L. Prov...315 years 1 month ago
StoryTo Die is Gain Richard L. Prov...215 years 1 month ago
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StorySunlit poems Beeme2015 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Man in the Mirror Richard L. Prov...815 years 1 month ago
StoryA Sailor's Last Wish Wolfsax415 years 1 month ago

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My stories

I Can See

now why older folks especially men go to Florida – it’s to escape winter-cold and give achy bones a rest and I know I know ‘cause I’m one of those...

The Last Footprint

Mother deer awoke with an urgency she sensed danger nearby and her young one slept no more as both raced down an ancient trail three shaggy wolves...

At Peace

Sitting here on the back porch of our family church surrounded by green and robins manoeuvring in their search for worms a lullaby of chirping...
Cherry

A New Dawn

encircles the valley with its burst of sunlight – almost like a lightning blitz from tree to rocky shade no more and a partridge struts in tempo with...

When

I was a Boy Scout of eleven and tenting often 6 am morning meant charging to the lake shore chilled toes and other parts needing a good wash and swim...

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