Richard L. Provencher

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I have 2695 stories published in 30 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 3298766 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

Solitude

Dory boats whisper against their mooring lines rocking-splash gently atop bay’s skim of glass reflections shimmy in friendship.
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There Are Tiny People

who grow taller than mushrooms and their eyes can pierce cloudy skies even see the moon reveal its flashlight trail on an evening of lake surface...

Ground

is a long-time raining down slopes of valleys and sheer- lasting beyond the advent of Vikings who came then disappeared into historical moments of...

When Momy Cries

I live in a big city called New York. It’s in America. Today I go back to schole. So I can learn lots. Momy says so. My dress is green. Momy and...

Pop's on a Tear Again

Gid in the house boy and leave your muddy boots on the porch mom’s not your slave you know. Now fetch me a tall glass of water get crackin’ boy '...

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