david k warfel
Try not to look at the geeky high school boy and his cute girlfriend, but note the east-facing window by my bed, the adjustable lamp on the wall, and the string of Christmas lights above. She's still cute, by the way, and I'm still geeky. But neither of us wear silk shirts or use nautical... Continue Reading →
From left: my grandfather, oldest sister, either me or my brother in my dad's arms, a neighbor, and my mother. I have no idea why this picture was taken, but this is what I called the front porch of the farm house. I am an overly-sensitive midwestern farm boy, which means I grew up in... Continue Reading →
My own journey towards the light is less of a straight line than an upwards spiral. I tend to lose my way frequently, like a moth drawn to a streetlight. It can take a seemingly outsized effort to pull me away from the artificial and back towards my true nature. Hmm. That sounds nice, but... Continue Reading →
The start of a new series, part memoir of darkness, part manifesto of light.
