Richard L. Provencher

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StoryHis Eyes Richard L. Prov...45 years 2 months ago
StoryHe Knew Richard L. Prov...75 years 2 months ago
StoryTall Walking Richard L. Prov...45 years 2 months ago
StoryOn the Grid Richard L. Prov...45 years 2 months ago
StoryMan Walking Richard L. Prov...45 years 2 months ago
StorySeasons Richard L. Prov...55 years 2 months ago
StoryOh Sweet Lullaby Richard L. Prov...55 years 2 months ago
StoryWe Grow Richard L. Prov...35 years 2 months ago
Story3 Blue Jays Richard L. Prov...35 years 2 months ago
StoryI Can Richard L. Prov...15 years 2 months ago
StoryDomain Richard L. Prov...35 years 2 months ago
StoryTrees on the Arapuni Road Philip Sidney265 years 2 months ago
StoryCars Richard L. Prov...35 years 2 months ago
StorySometime Glory Richard L. Prov...15 years 2 months ago
StoryDeep Richard L. Prov...35 years 3 months ago
StoryFor Jesus Richard L. Prov...15 years 3 months ago
StoryImpressions Richard L. Prov...35 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Strength I Feel Richard L. Prov...85 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Last Footprint Richard L. Prov...65 years 3 months ago
StoryBirds of Joy Richard L. Prov...45 years 3 months ago
StoryIf Only Richard L. Prov...35 years 3 months ago
CollectionStreet Level Poetry Richard L. Prov...05 years 3 months ago
StoryI Can See Richard L. Prov...15 years 3 months ago
StoryAt Peace Richard L. Prov...15 years 3 months ago
StoryA New Dawn Richard L. Prov...25 years 3 months ago

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My stories

Father to Son

Standing by a spruce in the shadow at meadow’s edge during evening’s descent: “Squeeze my hand son and grip the beauty of a setting sun with your...
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Without Conditions

I should have known dad was into the sauce again as he arrived for supper too late & he had harsh words for anyone near his tongue but I waited...

Ripples of Stream

is more than diamond glitter which creates a glint of romance (as between two lovers who feel a connection) the kind of gleam that attracts romance...

Hurrah to the Waves

Waves undulating concealing sand dunes melting before water charging & determined towards the beach sandy bottoms covered by ebb’s movement once...

I

want to be first to tell mama- I love her & give a big hug the squishy kind then climb into her lap & give a kid-kiss on her cheek.

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