Vince at Wits End

I’ve always seen things a little differently
stories beneath the stories
notes between the notes
the glimmer behind the surface

Even in the thick of a trans-Atlantic career
corporate abnormality
airport lounges
the meaningless churn
of endless meetings
the muse called

I was writing novels
recording albums
writing poems
holding onto glimpses
of me at my most honest
most alive

The glimmer was always there
I just didn’t always stay with it

Life has a way of pulling you back
deadlines
doubt
the quiet fear
of being seen too clearly

So I touched the magic
then retreated
again and again

Until I didn’t

At Wits End is what emerged
when I stopped turning away
what I found at the edge of me
where the surface thins
and something more true emerges

This site is the quiet realization
of that shift
fiction
poems
music
fragments
some raw
some strange
always pointing
to the deeper pattern
of At Wits End

Walk with me a while
we’ll notice
we’ll name
we’ll remember
what we so often forget

And if you’ve sensed the glimmer
feared it
turned away from it
you might recognize something here

Welcome