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

NIGHT PATROL short-short story

I was one who thought donkeys were slow in movement, plodding from one direction to another; aimless. But, ho, they are masters of deception.

LEGEND sf

On the way to his duties a Worker approached. John-Jo dropped his eyes and stared at Mother Earth. As was the custom, the boy was not worthy to be acknowledged.

STUFFED IN A BOX non-fiction

He thought about their trampoline. Dad bought it when Paul was nine. He was a lot smaller then, just the right size of little squirt for kids to pick on.

WHEN FATHERS CRY

A father and son tent overnight in order to spend time together and figure out dad's next move. Should he separate from his wife or not? His son is anxious for the answer.

CATS I HAVE KNOWN essay

Fluffy loved to lie tightly against my side each night, fearing to let me out of sight. And as our cat approached ten years with us, her health began to fail. We decided to get her a sister.

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