Buckets, Biscuits, and Benders: A Hockey Skater’s Guide to Skating This Winter
You get the lumber laid on you, you get a face wash, you end up in a yard sale—you keep playing.
Gabrielle Eisma graduated Calvin with a BFA in studio art and writing in 2022. She’s from Grand Rapids, Michigan, where she now works as a writer and illustrator for books for (mostly) children and middle grade readers.
by Gabrielle Eisma | Jan 11, 2023 | 1 comment
You get the lumber laid on you, you get a face wash, you end up in a yard sale—you keep playing.
by Gabrielle Eisma | Dec 11, 2022 | 1 comment
I miss who murdered Mrs. McGinty. But I don’t miss my neighbor duck watching me all the way up the rest of the hill and back to my house.
by Gabrielle Eisma | Nov 11, 2022 | 2 comments
Spiracles. What a ridiculous name for the very thing that keeps you alive.
by Gabrielle Eisma | Oct 11, 2022 | 2 comments
One more thing to die of in a ruthless, bloody war: beautiful magenta ink on a love letter.
by Gabrielle Eisma | Sep 11, 2022 | 0 comments
For a moment, silence. Then, I was overtaken by ants.
by Gabrielle Eisma | Aug 11, 2022 | 3 comments
He looked at the toilet, catching my eye with a light that told me he already saw the heavenly cubit instructions.