Richard L. Provencher

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StoryORPHAN BOY Richard L. Prov...46 years 11 months ago
StoryLABYRINTH Richard L. Prov...06 years 11 months ago
Story#Child of Mine celticman206 years 11 months ago
StoryLET THE GAME BEGIN Richard L. Prov...16 years 11 months ago
StoryAn Autumn of Leaves Richard L. Prov...126 years 11 months ago
StoryWE DID GO Richard L. Prov...16 years 11 months ago
StoryJESUS Richard L. Prov...06 years 11 months ago
StoryI Wish I Was Richard L. Prov...16 years 11 months ago
StoryFrom Roadside Richard L. Prov...56 years 11 months ago
StorySnowshoe Time Richard L. Prov...16 years 11 months ago
StoryWhat to Do Richard L. Prov...66 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Bouvier Richard L. Prov...16 years 11 months ago
StoryAt sea with you caribou_86 years 11 months ago
StoryChilly Outside Richard L. Prov...66 years 11 months ago
CollectionALBERTA POEMS then and now Richard L. Prov...16 years 11 months ago
StoryOne Two Three Four Richard L. Prov...76 years 12 months ago
StorySLEEPY GEESE Richard L. Prov...47 years 3 weeks ago
StoryTHE SUN CRIED Richard L. Prov...27 years 4 weeks ago
StoryLISTEN TO Richard L. Prov...87 years 1 month ago
StorySHUFFLES Richard L. Prov...07 years 1 month ago
StoryWHAT IS LOVE? Richard L. Prov...17 years 1 month ago
StoryI WANT TO DANCE Richard L. Prov...47 years 1 month ago
StoryBeauty: vast and tiny Rhiannonw107 years 1 month ago
StoryWE WILL TENT AGAIN Richard L. Prov...77 years 1 month ago
StoryA STONE Richard L. Prov...57 years 1 month 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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