THE WORDS ARE ONLY PART OF THE STORY.
Before they became poems, they were feelings.
Before they became stories, they were moments.
Before they found their way onto a page, they lived inside someone.
Behind the Pen is where we step away from the finished words and introduce you to the people who write them.
The things they love.
The things they’re learning.
The places they find comfort.
The things they carry.
Just a little closer to the people behind the words.
Xy-sa Rhea
The Poet Behind Lavender Pen
Writes about:
Love, loss, healing, becoming.
Usually found:
With a notebook, somewhere quiet.
Cannot resist:
A sunset.
Believes:
Words can hold the things we can’t.
Currently learning:
That not everything has to be carried alone.
Keeps close:
Old letters, unfinished thoughts, and the people who taught her how to feel deeply.
Will always make time for:
A good poem, a long conversation, and a stray animal that needs feeding.
Her kind of happy:
A quiet afternoon, a beautiful sky, and nowhere she needs to be.
What she hopes her words leave behind:
A little comfort. A little courage. And the feeling that someone, somewhere, understands.
Books Published
– Love, Lavender Pen – Volume I
– Love, Lavender Pen – Volume II
– ito ang ating simula, gitna, at dulo…
– To The Ones (The Letters I’ve Kept Behind My Pillow)
– of bruises, wounds, and scars
Send a word: xysarhea@lavenderpenpoetry.com
Bill Ringer
The Man Behind Heartfelt Nomad
Writes about:
Love, solitude, healing, and the things we don’t say out loud.
Usually found:
Somewhere with a cup of coffee, good music, and a thought he hasn’t quite finished yet.
Cannot resist:
A quiet place and a story worth remembering.
Believes:
Some feelings don’t need fixing. They just need somewhere safe to exist.
Currently learning:
That solitude isn’t always loneliness—and sometimes finding yourself requires getting comfortable with your own company.
Keeps close:
Music, memories, meaningful conversations, and the words that arrive when everything else gets quiet.
His kind of happy:
Coffee. Music. A little solitude. And being completely himself.
What he hopes his words leave behind:
A reminder that whatever you’re feeling, you’re probably not the only one.
The Book in The Making
– In Every Language, It Was You
Send a word: billringer@lavenderpenpoetry.com