Come Ride a Travel¹ with Me (and Unravel)

— A Triptych on Place, Perception, and the Neurodivergent Self in Motion

For Those Who Unravel in Transit

There’s a word I’ve just met: triptych —
a set of three works, linked by intention, echoing across frames.
It feels right.
Because this is a triptych of poems — and of selves —
written in transit, unravelled across carriages, corridors, and memory.

I don’t travel light.
I don’t mean luggage — I mean perception.

Every movement th…