Richard L. Provencher

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My stories

A Time to Play

Thank goodness our parents were unknowing of the danger we exposed ourselves to. Children often do engage in risky adventures, and this was to be ours.

No Fences

sticks and stones, suicide bombs, rubber bullets now pushed aside.

Tongue of My Youth

now I am subdued in a fast lane of an Indiana 500 world

For Selwyn

Later on I looked beyond his shuffle, the way he cradled his hand.

A Measure of Time

I am a child of my past, peanut butter fingers fishing with a worm hooked below the surface.

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