Richard L. Provencher

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StorySunset Over Some Hills Richard L. Prov...112 years 1 month ago
StoryOur Downtown Pub (new version) Richard L. Prov...012 years 1 month ago
StoryKing Street Downtown Richard L. Prov...012 years 1 month ago
StoryOlder Folks Cry Too - essay Richard L. Prov...012 years 1 month ago
StoryPrey to the Falling Richard L. Prov...012 years 1 month ago
StoryOf Our Desires Richard L. Prov...012 years 1 month ago
StoryLand of Seekers Richard L. Prov...112 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Sacred Hour Richard L. Prov...012 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Miner Richard L. Prov...012 years 1 month ago
StoryThis Older Age Richard L. Prov...012 years 1 month ago
StorySo Long Ago Richard L. Prov...012 years 1 month ago
StoryOh, Memories Richard L. Prov...012 years 1 month ago
StoryMerry-Go-Round-Shopping Richard L. Prov...012 years 1 month ago
StoryNo Fences Richard L. Prov...012 years 1 month ago
StoryTongue of My Youth Richard L. Prov...012 years 1 month ago
StorySkipping Stones Richard L. Prov...112 years 1 month ago
StoryLay Me Down Richard L. Prov...112 years 1 month ago
StoryKite Flying Richard L. Prov...012 years 1 month ago
StoryThose Laughing Eyes Richard L. Prov...112 years 1 month ago
StoryStranger at the Doorway Richard L. Prov...012 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Old Tiger Stadium, Detroit Richard L. Prov...212 years 1 month ago
StoryThree Baby Chicks Richard L. Prov...012 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Senior Season Richard L. Prov...012 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Peanut Wind Richard L. Prov...012 years 1 month ago
StoryMattatall, the Lake Richard L. Prov...012 years 1 month ago

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My stories

Bird

Black-capped and free you chickadee created by God in this valley all sins forgiven even those who had none- know that you have wings to soar.

I Shook Hands

with the weather this summer evening hoping to get on its good side- a cop had left me on the highway 60 miles past Hearst Ontario 6 pm this August...

There Is

a yawn in his voice as he sprints down 13 steps and soon the scent of bacon and eggs saturate his space. Sounds from three children above as they...
Cherry

Wings Afire

Cascades of thermals captivate my breath I am alive to the seasons and my babies depending on me. I rise exultant the wind a friend other fowl...

Talk to Me

Don’t look at me like that as I bend down to sit and stare at your physique you darling pile of limbs which branch out upon a small clot of land...

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