Richard L. Provencher

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StoryORPHAN BOY Richard L. Prov...46 years 8 months ago
StoryLABYRINTH Richard L. Prov...06 years 8 months ago
Story#Child of Mine celticman206 years 8 months ago
StoryLET THE GAME BEGIN Richard L. Prov...16 years 8 months ago
StoryAn Autumn of Leaves Richard L. Prov...126 years 8 months ago
StoryWE DID GO Richard L. Prov...16 years 8 months ago
StoryJESUS Richard L. Prov...06 years 8 months ago
StoryI Wish I Was Richard L. Prov...16 years 8 months ago
StoryFrom Roadside Richard L. Prov...56 years 9 months ago
StorySnowshoe Time Richard L. Prov...16 years 9 months ago
StoryWhat to Do Richard L. Prov...66 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Bouvier Richard L. Prov...16 years 9 months ago
StoryAt sea with you caribou_86 years 9 months ago
StoryChilly Outside Richard L. Prov...66 years 9 months ago
CollectionALBERTA POEMS then and now Richard L. Prov...16 years 9 months ago
StoryOne Two Three Four Richard L. Prov...76 years 9 months ago
StorySLEEPY GEESE Richard L. Prov...46 years 10 months ago
StoryTHE SUN CRIED Richard L. Prov...26 years 10 months ago
StoryLISTEN TO Richard L. Prov...86 years 10 months ago
StorySHUFFLES Richard L. Prov...06 years 10 months ago
StoryWHAT IS LOVE? Richard L. Prov...16 years 10 months ago
StoryI WANT TO DANCE Richard L. Prov...46 years 10 months ago
StoryBeauty: vast and tiny Rhiannonw106 years 10 months ago
StoryWE WILL TENT AGAIN Richard L. Prov...76 years 10 months ago
StoryA STONE Richard L. Prov...56 years 10 months ago

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When I Write

I delight in writing about the sky with its colours and windy tussles while below stories need telling about life among those in cities and towers...
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What I Miss

What I Miss is swinging for hours in our backyard the way I used to do riding higher and higher on the swing daddy made for me then growing bolder as...
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You're the Reason

You’re the Reason for my wings. A lit up lady with fire in your eyes and the energy of a lightning bolt that races to its destination- carrying me...

The Anvil

For a few moments a shiver of cold tap-dances across my chest and thankful the weight from new street treasures press down on my homeless body. Am I...

Choices

We often looked in wonder at the strands of steel track which meandered off into the unknown- ten year olds in the 1950’s knew it led to fame &...

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