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

At the End

At the End of world war 1945 bugles played drums pounded and engines roared overhead allied planes in victory crossing the skies above— and momma...

Master of Ceremonies

Master of Ceremonies He was choking on his own voice the nerve of it how vain it was to think he could command such attention. As he entered through...
Cherry

To Dance in the Shadows

To Dance in the Shadows Dew lay like a wet blanket on mother deer and her young one, as they drew warmth from each other. Young buck stood,...
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Stars Still Shine Brightly

Stars Still Shine Brightly I am an older man from across the way who sees out his nursing home window each day. Some hurry to cars idling with...

Snowflakes

Snowflakes fly in a frenzy of winter-white they flit and fall as a band of chick-a-dees and moaning doves the wind directing their afflictions. They...

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