Richard L. Provencher

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I have 2695 stories published in 30 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 3431568 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

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The Long Road Home

begins with a little boy and his dog Prince both skipping along a gravel road. Cars are few -- money is a dream and allowances unknown. Life is...

I WAS BORN

in a place where we had no voice-- that was the rule of law poor vs the rich and powerful only way to overcome speak out and show your badge of...

Let Me In

I want to touch your bruises and the way we felt last night. No questions just memories of the time you read my own pain.

A Poem for Eleanor

She’s a precious lady this dear one with many nursing home friends who love her. Their chats joining laughter in a gallop along the hallways. Pals...
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This Older Man

sought comfort in those evening colours. Like a bowl of mom’s porridge the sky rippled across his view saluting the end of another worthwhile day...

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