Richard L. Provencher

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I have 2695 stories published in 30 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 3140869 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

STROLLING THROUGH PARADISE non-fiction

Getting a stroke is like a thunderbolt to the head. It decapitates you, in your mind. Prayers, family, and doctors are precious. Then it changes your life.

WHEN TIME STOOD STILL

How many have left the warmth of a home, then within a short period of time trudged for hours hunting that elusive rabbit. I did. After I wrote this story, I began using a camera instead.
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CELERY STICKS FROM MRS. G non-fiction story

Growing older doesn't translate into senility. Nor does it erode the sharpness of mind. Think, smile and overlook the wrinkled flesh. There's still mischief there.

A FLIGHT OF PASSENGERS poem

Customers worry about alarm bells nerves can't accept. Later on the plane: "Pretzels?" attendants ask.

PORT HOOD, CAPE BRETON poem

Oh, for a chance to race the wind in that "Lady Shelby" boat. Further camera-eyes writing on the beauty of Nova Scotia, a land for all peoples.

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