Richard L. Provencher

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StoryCome Visit Good Richard L. Prov...15 years 3 months ago
StoryA Lament for the Good Richard L. Prov...55 years 3 months ago
Story3 Shorties Richard L. Prov...15 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Night-Time Richard L. Prov...25 years 3 months ago
StoryHe Who Is Sent Richard L. Prov...35 years 3 months ago
StoryMommy's Boy Richard L. Prov...25 years 3 months ago
StoryTravelling on Energy Richard L. Prov...25 years 3 months ago
Blog entryStory and Poem of the Week and Inspiration Point insertponceyfre...15 years 3 months ago
StoryIt's (Still) a Wonderful Life marandina175 years 3 months ago
StoryCovid-19 Richard L. Prov...45 years 4 months ago
StoryShimmer Richard L. Prov...25 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Sandman is On the Way Richard L. Prov...35 years 4 months ago
StoryTrapped Richard L. Prov...55 years 4 months ago
StoryMayhem Richard L. Prov...45 years 4 months ago
StoryImages to Ponder Richard L. Prov...115 years 4 months ago
StoryTopsy-Turvy Richard L. Prov...15 years 4 months ago
StoryHalleluiah Richard L. Prov...35 years 4 months ago
Storylove the storm Nolan105 years 4 months ago
StoryA Place for Someone Richard L. Prov...35 years 4 months ago
StoryChild of Smiles Richard L. Prov...35 years 4 months ago
StoryThat Lady Richard L. Prov...35 years 4 months ago
StoryMomma - Remember? Richard L. Prov...25 years 4 months ago
StoryFoster Cat Richard L. Prov...115 years 4 months ago
StoryA Platform of Serenity Richard L. Prov...55 years 4 months ago
StoryEddie Richard L. Prov...15 years 4 months ago

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My stories

The Highway

The Highway seems forever as it crosses the land on a ribbon of black top- rumbling wheels a-turning cry victory to the disdain of environmentalists...

A Hitch-Hiking Man 1962

I am parallel to any highway of leftover towns from a loving family long – long ago the trees are my guideposts & I follow whichever way they...

Don't Worry

Don’t Worry good folks – it really ain’t so bad living on the street (except for rain & snow) someone said an old lady like me should be home...
Cherry

Windswept Serenade

The raucous wind creates a shuffle of movement as it spawns a parade of roiling clouds sun & this new intruder clash for attention on a fresh...

For a Friend

Can’t love him any more until the hurting’s done. Once you loved & planned for all time things to do & did- travelled in the glow of bright...

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