Richard L. Provencher

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I have 2695 stories published in 30 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 3118955 times and 241 of my stories have been cherry picked.
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Richard Laurent Provencher

Richard is from Rouyn-Noranda, Quebec. His enjoyment of the woods combined with contemporary issues form the basis of his writing. Richard is now concentrating on his Story-Poems, which he believes is like a global adventure in a land without borders. His background as a miner, welfare officer, supply teacher, newspaper reporter, and a further 22 years in social services provide him with ample article material.

Richard has work in print and online with literary magazines such as Inscribed, Hudson View, Short Story Library, Ottawa Arts Review, Paragon 111, Tower Poetry, Caduceus, The Danforth Review, Other Voices International, Rubicon Publishing, Writer's Block, The Foliate Oak, Parenting Express, The Penwood Review, and Blue Skies Poetry.

Note: Richard L. Provencher will be 80 on September 10, 2022, lives with his precious wife, Esther and he were married 48 years ago, as of March 27, 2023. Richard continues to joyfully write all types of poetry, and posts his work now, all of it on ABCtales.com. They have lived in lovely Pictou, Glenholme and Truro, Nova Scotia since April 1986. Richard & Esther have a very strong Christian faith. Bless each one of you who enjoy our writing, and we are pleased to share our work, via Online Posting. -Richard & Esther

My stories

Cherry

Deep

in the mountains of forever land lives a stream so high it flits its way between rocky cracks and collects in bowls of flooding moisture laying claim...

Impressions

I was born in rage and they called me Thunder. I can see the world in little pieces if we don’t smarten up and get along.

Birds of Joy

I feast on their movements the flair of it the swaying and meandering across the air in front of me their scoots from one branch to a second and a...

If Only

I could touch the sky and hear the angels sing I would dance with my mom and dad and play but I can’t ‘cause they’re no longer here— they’re with...

The Strength I Feel

in a Harvest Moon reaching out to lovers gazing up in wondrous salutation beams of strength soft -- translucent with messages to dream about. Life is...

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