Richard L. Provencher

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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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