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

-Keyhole

- Keyhole Sun's radiance is an eye-widening slash of evening lips. From our canoe we enjoy the brilliance of nature's retrea t and absorb these...

Coastal Range BC

Coastal Range BC The mountain rises above the beard of its shore broods over all-- big-horns anxiously charge up its slope climbing to the pinnacle...

We Have Heroes

We Have Heroes in our midst. One who carries himself awkwardly a school bus did this when he was only seven hit him hard after children drop-offs...

In Vermont

In Vermont Within walls that call your name echoes of Carthusian will. We temper anger from an outside wind with prayer – love and celebration. (c)...

Homeless

Homeless Like an empty bottle of cheap wine fallen from grace his butt rests on the cold sidewalk. A usual place for a failure. At least that’s what...

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