Richard L. Provencher

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I have 2695 stories published in 30 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 2372184 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

THE KITE poem

Every child enjoy the thrill of kite-flying. To see the struts hold a picture of freedom together as it soars back and forth and up and up. Wow.

A SONG OF LOVE poem

This poem was written after meeting my future wife, Esther, and her three children. Three months later we married. That was almost 34 years ago.

THE WOODEN RAMP poem

Afghan arms need several tries to roar up the inclination, a painful tumble not part of the plan.

THE LAST DAY IN SEPTEMBER poem

Sitting on my daughter's porch in Alberta grazing country is always a joy. Watching the birds and animals snort and fling themselves from branch to branch is like watching children at play.

A CIRCLE poem

My father said I spent so much time in the woods that I might grow into a tree. Nature has always been a place for serenity and a place to think and write. It is truly God's gift to us.

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