Richard L. Provencher

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StoryIn Days Richard L. Prov...25 years 11 months ago
StoryA First Chance Richard L. Prov...35 years 11 months ago
StoryShe Sits Richard L. Prov...35 years 11 months ago
StorySome Day Richard L. Prov...15 years 11 months ago
StoryTwilight Strokes Richard L. Prov...65 years 11 months ago
StoryI See. I See Richard L. Prov...15 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Wind is Similar Richard L. Prov...25 years 11 months ago
StoryWhy Do Richard L. Prov...15 years 12 months ago
StoryEpigram Richard L. Prov...26 years 5 days ago
StoryA Roar Too Often Richard L. Prov...26 years 6 days ago
Story"Sorry" jolono206 years 1 week ago
StoryCourage Forward Richard L. Prov...16 years 1 week ago
StoryNa-Na is Gone Richard L. Prov...26 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Wind Sways Richard L. Prov...26 years 2 weeks ago
StorySo Long Richard L. Prov...16 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Wind 2 Richard L. Prov...06 years 3 weeks ago
StorySeptember Chills Jane Hyphen166 years 3 weeks ago
StoryListen Richard L. Prov...16 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMomma Don't Cry Richard L. Prov...26 years 1 month ago
StoryGood Morning Richard L. Prov...06 years 1 month ago
StoryFreeDom Richard L. Prov...26 years 1 month ago
CollectionFreeDom Richard L. Prov...26 years 1 month ago
StoryHush at Last Richard L. Prov...96 years 1 month ago
StoryThis Older Guy Richard L. Prov...06 years 1 month ago
StoryEcstasy Richard L. Prov...16 years 1 month ago

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My stories

Gold cherry

Crossing the Line

I slid across our side-walk until a magic carpet of leaves hoisted me onto the wind- it’s a hot summer night on the edge of farewell as Autumn’s...
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The Bone of Night

He bumped & bruised as a PTSD victim on his way up the stairs to our room after an afternoon of overtime drinking – his usual fun time – ours was...
Cherry

An Original Obsession

Undercurrents ensure the power of waves by scouring beneath for anything which may impede Northumberland Strait’s drive and bouncing crests are...
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Fulfilment

When the day turns sour and a warm wind disappears this road will take you somewhere- perhaps to a better place.

Portrait of a Forest

The sun warms leaves that grapple with the wind and I lay on the grass contemplating whether to cut it or not- and a gentle wind teases leaves into a...

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