Joanne Morcom

The Truth

My elderly aunt and I talk on the phone now and then. Today she asks me about my father, her younger brother, who died years ago. After a moment of silence, I tell her that he’s dead. “Oh, thank goodness!” she says. “I thought that he was ignoring me!”

autumn wind
the garden gate
opens, closes

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About the Author

Joanne Morcom lives in Calgary, Alberta where she works as a social worker.  She’s the author of five poetry collections.  Her poetry appears in Autumn Moon Haiku Journal, GUSTS: Contemporary Tanka, Haiku Canada Review, Scifaikuest and tinywords. She also writes books reviews for Haiku Canada Review and GUSTS.