Richard L. Provencher

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StorySleepover in Toronto Richard L. Prov...314 years 6 months ago
StorySomeday, My Turn Richard L. Prov...414 years 6 months ago
StoryA place in the sun Parson Thru414 years 6 months ago
StorySometimes Richard L. Prov...214 years 6 months ago
StorySoul-Searching Richard L. Prov...314 years 6 months ago
StoryWinter Comes Richard L. Prov...214 years 6 months ago
StoryImminent Moments Richard L. Prov...314 years 6 months ago
StoryI Am a Prisoner Richard L. Prov...214 years 6 months ago
StoryWhy, in Sderot Richard L. Prov...414 years 6 months ago
StoryVanilla, a Choice of Season Richard L. Prov...414 years 6 months ago
StoryFREE SPIRIT skinner_jennifer3614 years 6 months ago
StoryOctoberfest Richard L. Prov...414 years 6 months ago
StoryLetter to a Wandering Son Richard L. Prov...814 years 7 months ago
StoryThoughts on Our Native Population Richard L. Prov...314 years 7 months ago
StoryOur Este Angel Richard L. Prov...414 years 7 months ago
StoryTrading Up The Ladder Richard L. Prov...014 years 7 months ago
StoryMarie, Your Smile (prose poem) Richard L. Prov...014 years 7 months ago
StoryShuffling Along King Street Richard L. Prov...014 years 7 months ago
Storyeste angel Richard L. Prov...014 years 7 months ago
StoryWhen Chaos Rules Richard L. Prov...114 years 7 months ago
StoryHappy seashore3414 years 7 months ago
StorySlider Richard L. Prov...314 years 8 months ago
StoryDiary of a fearful poet maggyvaneijk1414 years 8 months ago
StoryA Moment to Ponder skinner_jennifer1614 years 8 months ago
StoryLateness of Light Richard L. Prov...314 years 8 months 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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