Richard L. Provencher

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I have 2695 stories published in 30 collections on the site.
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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

So Long

so low I’m gonna find me a dry place tonight where the body is warm not so last night by another man’s fence along with the cats and fighting. They...

The Wind Sways

in a wildwood of breaths pushing handily against tall-stemmed lilies. Yellow colours adopting attention from a vase of inspired energy until...

The Wind 2

is a whisperer evolving from stirring at birth to ruffling dormant leaves shaking with glee and a garden of trees meld into newly acquired shapes...

Listen

to the whispers— A child’s cry in the stillness during twilight A loon’s lullaby calling from a bay somewhere in the vastness of space Growing ones...

Momma Don't Cry

An eager young fisherman knew he was lost. Foolishly took a short-cut from a well-worn path. And snow continued to fall – a surprise situation before...

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