Richard L. Provencher
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | ROSE BAY, NOVA SCOTIA - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 17 years 12 months ago |
| Story | GOOD NEIGHBOUR PAULINE - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 18 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | SOLDIER BOYS IN AFRICA - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 18 years 1 month ago |
| Story | ETHIOPIA OF MY SOUL - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 18 years 1 month ago |
| Story | NEFU DESERT - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 18 years 1 month ago |
| Story | WHEN THE LION ROARS - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 18 years 1 month ago |
| Story | WHEN AN AUNT DIES - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 18 years 1 month ago |
| Story | ON GREEN BAY, NEW BRUNSWICK - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 18 years 1 month ago |
| Story | FIRST LIGHT - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 18 years 1 month ago |
| Story | THIS EARTH - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 18 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Little Runner Boy | def-soul | 1 | 18 years 1 month ago |
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My stories
Country Singer 2
You must have been there when I was young and lived the songs you now sing-- about growing up sad and being picked last for a backyard team -- a...
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Today I Heard
the magic of an ocean cry out my name: You bring the French fries and I’ll provide salt-- then you’ll see the magnificence of my scenery. Foam-topped...
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Risk-Taker
Slinking through the grass I crept close enough to observe a doe and a young one resting in the sun by a pond its glimmer backed by a forest of fir...
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King Tut
A man in a boy’s body meant divinity— Guardians claimed he was above all in his kingdom. His was the choice of life and it came to pass a servant...
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Pages of Rage
I hear liquor on his breath dad wrestling with the door fingers scratching wood-- painting it with curses. Falls down couple of times before making...
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