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.
Chairs, Mate.
The chair that always had yogurt cups tucked into its corners!
Some Sisters Take Down Empires
All sisters work to balance their feral need to be the knife in their sister’s boot and learning to let go.
Seven Outfits for Sasquatch Legs
I pulled my legs into a criss-cross-applesauce position to us both exploding at the sight of each other’s knee beards.
Pizza and Other Unexpected Delights
With a soundless slap, the pizza was on my windshield.
On Christina Koch
As of March 2023, seventy-two women have flown in space.
But no woman has gone on a moon mission before.
St. Ives: One City, Two Perspectives
It was all crisp blue water and green cliffsides, purple oysters clinging to midnight rocks.
We arrived on a warm evening and were greeted by an orange sky, salty air, and cobbled streets.
Costco Wedding Rings
After a year or so, he wouldn’t remember the first trip, and the third trip with the same snack samples would be just as much of a treat.
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.
Duck Neighbors
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.
On Spiracles and Stingray Lagoons
Spiracles. What a ridiculous name for the very thing that keeps you alive.
Invisible Ink
One more thing to die of in a ruthless, bloody war: beautiful magenta ink on a love letter.
Sluggard
For a moment, silence. Then, I was overtaken by ants.
The Toilet
He looked at the toilet, catching my eye with a light that told me he already saw the heavenly cubit instructions.
