Richard L. Provencher

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I have 2695 stories published in 30 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 3436147 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

Chilly Outside

Crispy cool nature the brrr of October leaves fallen snow on the fly. A nd I want to feel snowflakes lick my face.
Cherry

One Two Three Four

five and six more deer straight as a pencil on autumn’s crunchy floor while morning sun says vamoose to a lingering mist whispering into far away.

SLEEPY GEESE

descend in waves of feathers their wings slowing a great sweep from distant spaces. Yesterday was tiresome plowing through buffeting wings but today...

THE SUN CRIED

the day Minou passed away. It wasn’t the first time she felt anger from a neighbour’s wrath who didn’t like to see a feline munch on birds alighting...

SHUFFLES

earned his nickname making rounds up and downtown-- hat in hand shoe leather squeaking in the wind and belly tight without ample food. Time to pause...

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