Richard L. Provencher

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StoryTHE WOMAN I KNOW non-fiction Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryTHE TELEPHONE CALL story Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryMAN ON A TRACTOR poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryNEW YORK CITY SEPT 11, 2001 poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryTHE SOUTH SHORE, NOVA SCOTIA poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryPOLAR BEARS poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StorySLASH poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryMEMORIES poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryTROY poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StorySPRINGHILL PEN, NOVA SCOTIA poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryLITTLE BRAS D'OR poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryTHROUGH DADDY'S EYES poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryPERRY PARTRIDGE story Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryLOOKING THROUGH poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StorySLEEP GENTLY poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryOUR CANADIAN WOODS poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StorySURPRISES IN MY SOUP story Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StorySTORM ASHORE Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryTOGETHER AGAIN Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryOUTDOOR RETREAT poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryNORTH CAPE, PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StorySTANDING AROUND poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryMORNING AT THE ACREAGE poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryTODAY poem Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago
StoryPOP AND THE KID short-short non-fiction Richard L. Prov...012 years 11 months ago

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My stories

Cherry

Night Time

Before you could say, “Peanut butter sandwich,” evening clouds changed into a stack of black and blue pillow-piles. Colin shivered. Good thing he had...

A Summons

The evening sky opens up my heart with joy- it blends beauty and appreciation in one gulp and I know from the colours lying in twilight layers...

First Date 1955

The first time I dated Irene sure felt good to be old enough and allowed to dance close after all the staying apart rules with arms extended as feet...

I Cannot Explain

through words the beauty of this moment how I must stand on both feet as I gaze at two deer- mother and child one needing one giving her fondness as...

This Morning I

shuffle downstairs from our tall apt and feed a bone-chattering January daring it to harness my frame to take me by the shoulders & assault my...

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