Art by: Luis Torruella

Art Eva C Torruella-Gratacos

(Homage to Billy Collins’ poem The Future) When I grow old and older and older, when the day after tomorrow Is the last day after...

My grandmother’s mother lived in a round house, the smallest of towers hugged by vines, accessed by a bridge, a moated place. Her picture...

Early morning will slip out the door any moment now. She's done her chores. washed the sea grapes, stabled the restless palms, still...