Richard L. Provencher

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I have 2695 stories published in 30 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 3436164 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

SHOULD YOU HIIDE

your fingers from the world the ones that reach cupboard-high to receive plates for guests -- or the ones which pick up a child in distress fallen on...

I DREAMED ABOUT A GIRL

I never met. She was a fox. She was beautiful with long hair – golden to her toes. And ruby red lips. I saw her on the Esplanade her skirt kind of...

PICNIC

The chicken sure tasted good sitting here on the old blanket his eyes taking her in between bites. The sky spoke mountains of country music and the...

EMBARRASSED 40

Tried to make it to the edge of years to conquer the wall. I travel to any part of the world without music-- sing my own songs deal with mind...

TOO EARLY, TOO LATE, HELP

When I lived in Northern Quebec, the only garden we ever grew was covered in stones. Some were pretty with copper pyrite flakes. Never rounded like...

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