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

The Sky

is stirring from gentle swoops similar to airplane wings lazily approaching land base. The creature reaches a background of snow in a valley of...

I Wish

I was far-seeing: a moon beam path through darknes -- gurgling rivulets aside ancient paths pebbles to hinder rabbits escaping quickly an owl who...

Rouyn Noranda Strike

During the year of ’54 households felt the sting of less food after months of income losses. A strike meant everything was at a standstill in town-...

The Blue Jay

stood rigidly on the snow laying thinly on a backyard porch. The sun beat gently on its puffed up chest – blue and white stood out on his layer of...

The Trees Reach

a whole lot taller than pop sickle sticks their branches tearing at your jacket when passing by. They hope to be a friend ‘cause it can be a little...

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