Abigail Kenna

We worked all the time. Even when I was home, I had gotten so used to the constant grind that it felt weird to relax. When I wasn’t on the road, I still felt the constant call in my heart to make things, and it drove me crazy when I didn’t follow the urge. I spent hours most days sewing handmade Wednesday merch. I loved sewing, and I loved that it... See more

There’s a Bukowski poem that goes: “Take a writer away from his typewriter / and all you have left / is / the sickness / which started him / typing / in the / Beginning.”