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Richard L. Provencher was born in Rouyn-Noranda, Quebec . He is
the author of a poetry chapbook, In the Light of Day. His first Picture Story
Book, And French Fries is due soon from Port Town Publishing USA. Richard's
poems and stories are in various journals, including PusanWeb, Verse Libre Quarterly,
The Pittsburg Quarterly, Poems Niederngasse and The Danforth Review. He and his wife live in
Truro, Nova Scotia.
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A Family Landscape
Night is a celestial necklace,
diamond pin-pricks after
sundown, brightness
shoved aside
and grey swipes
replace angelic puffs above
a Cape Breton village.
At home, Nathan's smile
shows his report card
and dad's fish catch today,
something else.
Now mom lays quietly in
the silence, her man asleep
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An Atlantic Return
The lobster boat adds
to the scent of
salty air, as seagulls sound
"ERK-ERK" calls
and cormorants dive for
mackerel snacks by the wharf.
A family tradition, son & daughter
clinging to the excitement
as a pair of mollusks
and fishing's commercial return
better than table scraps,
if only insurance and equipment
didn't come so pricey.
Used to be simple back
When. Now Depth Sounders
and Plotters seek
ocean catches, pulling in traps
from a Hydraulic Hauler,
no longer needing
weathered hands straining
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Safari of Desire
South African hyenas scavenge, a
signature
they too are part of
the precious Savannas
lions meditate in pride, crocodile
snouts protrude, guarding
watery temples
and the Marula tree a guide
for the spirits of ancestors.
Whipping Whettle leaves,
feathery in comfort
Mopane trees, scrubby
bush, gorges, sliding hillsides
on this Nyalaland Trail of
abundance
where thatched-roof huts
advance in a circle,
leafy trees
understanding a village need
for privacy, especially
from the terrors of night.
Yet, in the darkness of memory
a basket of sharing bathes
our blessing, the
touch of your scent
as I gather in a night of loving.
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2004-2006 the Dublin Quarterly--to see familiar things with unfamiliar eyes!
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