Welcome to Moon Prose. This is where I share my poetry— each piece is a reflection of my love for the human experience and the boundless depths of creativity. At Moon Prose, I offer writing commissions, crafting personalized poems for any occasion; each commissioned piece is tailored to your vision, designed to capture and express your unique story. Moon Prose is a space for dreamers, romantics, and those who find inspiration the littlest things. Discover Moon Prose Hi there! I’m Astrid. I’m a 25 year old writer and artist, born in Miami to Dominican parents. I grew up surrounded by a mix of cultures, traditions, music, stories, and very strong personalities, all of which probably had something to do with the way I came to see the world. I’ve always been drawn to the arts. Writing is at the center of what I do, but I love anything that gives people a way to make something out of being alive. Painting, film, theater, fashion, music, literature. I’m fascinated by the way people have spent centuries trying to capture things that are otherwise difficult to explain: love, grief, beauty, longing, faith, loneliness, memory, desire. Visually, I tend to gravitate toward Renaissance, Romantic, and Pre-Raphaelite art. I love work that feels ethereal and symbolic, particularly the kind you can stand in front of for a long time and continue finding something new in. My taste in literature is much the same. I love Wordsworth for his reverence toward nature, Dostoevsky for the messiness of being human, Kafka for making the strange feel disturbingly familiar, and countless others I could probably talk about for far too long. Music has been the most constant presence in my life. I was a violinist and former concertmaster, and although I no longer play the way I once did, that part of my life never really left me. Classical music, especially music from the Romantic period, remains particularly close to my heart, but my listening habits stretch far and wide. Sephardic music, Nordic folk, tambores, opera, doo-wop, metal, old love songs, orchestral works, and whatever else I happen to fall in love with that week. My Spotify library makes very little sense from the outside, but it makes perfect sense to me. When I was younger, I was constantly told that I had my head in the clouds. They weren’t entirely wrong. I’ve always drifted off in daydreams, although I’ve grown to appreciate that quality rather than apologize for it. Curiosity is probably one of the biggest forces in my life. I want to know how other people live, what they believe, what they create, what they remember, what they celebrate, and what they have carried with them through generations. The more I learn about people, history, art, and culture, the more convinced I become that we are both far stranger and far more alike than we tend to think. For a long time, I was happiest keeping much of myself to myself. As I’ve grown older, I’ve come to appreciate connection much more. I love the idea of people finding one another through something they have made, read, heard, or loved. That is a large part of why this website exists. This is where I keep my writing, my poetry, my interests, and the things that make me stop and think. Some of it is romantic. Some of it is personal. Some of it may be a little strange. That is probably unavoidable. More than anything, I hope this can be a warm little corner of the internet for people who still like to wonder about things. If you’re one of them, you’re very welcome here. What I Offer I specialize in creating personalized poems for any occasion. Whether you’re looking for something romantic, celebratory, reflective, or entirely unique, I’ll work with you to craft a piece that’s meaningful and tailored to your vision. Each poem is one-of-a-kind, with the style and tone customized to fit your request. Whether it’s a gift for a loved one, a tribute to a special moment, or simply an expression of your thoughts, my goal is to bring your ideas to life in words. Pricing is flexible and varies based on factors such as length, complexity, and your time frame. Once you submit your request, we’ll discuss all the details via email to ensure the final piece meets (and hopefully exceeds) your expectations. This collaborative process is one of my favorite parts of what I do—it’s a chance to bring someone else’s vision to life while adding my own touch of creativity. If you're interested in a commission, shoot me a message! Blinq

Welcome to Moon Prose This is where I share my poetry— each piece is a reflection of my love for the human experience and the boundless depths of creativity. At Moon Prose, I offer writing commissions, crafting personalized poems for any occasion; each commissioned piece is tailored to your vision, designed to capture and express your unique story. Moon Prose is a space for dreamers, romantics, and those who find inspiration the littlest things. Peaches Francesco Hayez, Il bacio, 1859 Sweeter than the peach that blooms at the halt of rejuvenating springs and into the advent of golden summers. None can compare to what I have; not the melodies the rufous nightingale may carry or the scintillating bursts of dawn as the sun wakes. To consider it subjective that you are for me, and I for you, is illogical; for this is plainly and distinctly fact, on display for anyone to see for themselves. Fear threatens this with each new day, and naturally the Insecurity who is a fit companion to it; fears of familiarizing within ourselves too much, or contrarily, knowing too little. Letting apprehension make us sick for days that see no end. Doubting abilities that satisfy our souls, each other, our minds. But must we let that be stronger than this? This of which I speak so proudly of. Like the welcoming tree under which we sit, offering shade in July’s unforgiving heat; where no one can find us and the grass is greener everywhere while the open skies sing. Or perhaps it is like those peaches. Our love: the sweetest peach, the mellifluous nightingale, the vast and most blissful plains scattered in wild indigos, lupines, and Queen Anne’s lace. Yes, this Love. Merciless, Chaotic, and so irresistibly Desirous. — A.M. Sención 2021 This writing is my original work. Do not reproduce without permission. Explore more At The Mercy Of Love “The only true fear that possesses me is / that of having you no longer.” 2023 Exchange Between Heathen And Believer "As do I." 11.2024 Cadence “…in the end, they still ask how I am.” 2024

Welcome to Moon Prose This is where I share my poetry— each piece is a reflection of my love for the human experience and the boundless depths of creativity. At Moon Prose, I offer writing commissions, crafting personalized poems for any occasion; each commissioned piece is tailored to your vision, designed to capture and express your unique story. Moon Prose is a space for dreamers, romantics, and those who find inspiration the littlest things. Gallery

Welcome to Moon Prose This is where I share my poetry— each piece is a reflection of my love for the human experience and the boundless depths of creativity. At Moon Prose, I offer writing commissions, crafting personalized poems for any occasion; each commissioned piece is tailored to your vision, designed to capture and express your unique story. Moon Prose is a space for dreamers, romantics, and those who find inspiration the littlest things. Cognizance William Adolphe Bouguereau, Nature's fan - Girl With Child, 1881 What is loss of innocence? Realizing your grandfather isn’t as wise as you thought he was? Or the sky not as blue as it used to be? Was it finding a reason to check Halloween treats? The slug’s curious squirming; Or the wonder, now ameliorated, upon Man’s reenactment. Maybe the flickering light at the end of the bar, and the way it made you feel when he left. Forget the light; and when you’ve turned big and bad to old eyes which once held a warmth upon you that shamed the very sun? And it’s wrong if you decide to hang on to it, But you’re damned if you don’t; then it’s: “Who do you think you are?” So, behind closed doors, my mother’s doll still sits on linen. — A.M. Sención 2024 This writing is my original work. Do not reproduce without permission. Explore more I Can “…when all the difference lies in ink and paper.” 2024 Cadence “…in the end, they still ask how I am.” 2024 The Devil's angel "Men who feel love / never lack a good heart, / so I wished my soul bound to his. " 2024

Welcome to Moon Prose This is where I share my poetry— each piece is a reflection of my love for the human experience and the boundless depths of creativity. At Moon Prose, I offer writing commissions, crafting personalized poems for any occasion; each commissioned piece is tailored to your vision, designed to capture and express your unique story. Moon Prose is a space for dreamers, romantics, and those who find inspiration the littlest things. Braveheart (Montague Street) Norman Rockwell, Marriage License, 1955 Un momento inesperado, e inoportuno tal vez, también. Igual, no dejo de pensar en él. No lo conozco, y a la vez Ha vivido más que esta vida conmigo Nos conocimos por el río En la parada de un tren En el estreno de la sinfonía Española. No le gustó. Y siempre demasiado lejos de mí. Pero en el silencio que dominó esas noches, sorprendentemente delicado, encontramos un sanctuario de algo que no entiendo del todo. Lo que sí entendí fueron las cartas no escritas, las flores, y la forma en que él quedó perfectamente grabado en mi memoria. ¿Será su corazón igual que el mío? Me dijo que si podía amar, Y le creí. Le creo. Y me pregunto por qué me lo habrá corregido tan firmemente. Como si hubiese pensado lo contrario en algún otro momento. Lo presentí al tocar su piel, y no supe cómo descifrarlo. Pero me intriga, Y me atrevo a decir que lo quiero más por eso. No me lo quiere decir, y se lo entiendo. Pero con ternura es en la única forma en que se tratar, y ansiosamente espero que sea suficiente para atar mi corazón al de el. — A.M. Sención 04.07.2025 This writing is my original work. Do not reproduce without permission. Explore more Poems of February 2025 "I have conversed with the spiritual sun. I saw him on Primrose Hill." -B Same Nature (Hampstead Heath) "We are not meant to be alone." 02.2025 Primrose Hill "Dismay— / and truly being alone." 02.2025

Welcome to Moon Prose This is where I share my poetry— each piece is a reflection of my love for the human experience and the boundless depths of creativity. At Moon Prose, I offer writing commissions, crafting personalized poems for any occasion; each commissioned piece is tailored to your vision, designed to capture and express your unique story. Moon Prose is a space for dreamers, romantics, and those who find inspiration the littlest things. Break of Dawn (London, February, 2025)

Welcome to Moon Prose, a sanctuary of creative expression and timeless inspiration. As a passionate writer and artist, I specialize in crafting custom poetry and personalized writing commissions that bring your stories to life. Rooted in literary artistry, my work draws from a deep love of art, music, and the written word. "Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul." ― W. Whitman See more

"Men who feel love / never lack a good heart, / so I wished my soul bound to his." 2024 The Devil's angel Roberto Ferri, Come Veleno, 2023 Men who feel love never lack a good heart, so I wished my soul bound to his. Such tortuous longing and the fire of yearning; how, then, this did I miss? It was clear as day that the obvious way was to carry his heir in my womb. So, I nursed his wounds, torn flesh by better men, and in the water, our love there did bloom. He’s of honest hearts, but only to mine; devotion never misplaced. I traced all the scars; the beautiful art, the terrors of all that he’s faced. Honey and pine on a gleaming night, transgressions of thine untold. What question is this? From the start of time, came I from thy perfect mold. Fear not, love of mine, for I’ll give you the sky, these walls no longer barren. This shall be known; Man and Woman together reach beyond the heavens. He made me his wife, and I thought I knew bliss, to belong to a man such as he. But I bore him a son and I knew I was wrong when, in the boy’s eyes, I saw the sea. Too many reasons, go far beyond love, why I need a cruel man such as this. Men who feel love never lack a good heart, so I wished my soul bound to his. — A.M. Sención 2024 This writing is my original work. Do not reproduce without permission. Explore more How Life Loves "...meant to be soft / in a world that moves me with calloused hands." 2024 A Poem In Disdain “My chaos. /My midnight storm.” 11.2024 Cognizance "So, behind closed doors, my mother’s doll still sits on linen." 2024

Welcome to Moon Prose This is where I share my poetry— each piece is a reflection of my love for the human experience and the boundless depths of creativity. At Moon Prose, I offer writing commissions, crafting personalized poems for any occasion; each commissioned piece is tailored to your vision, designed to capture and express your unique story. Moon Prose is a space for dreamers, romantics, and those who find inspiration the littlest things. A Poem In Disdain John William Waterhouse, Lamia,1905 Never had I met someone just as eclectic Someone who’s pull was too strong Such a deadly storm in which the only safe for me was its eye. Never someone so strikingly, hauntingly, devastatingly beautiful. My chaos. My midnight storm. Someone whose presence alone was as electrifying as it was protective. An absolute dream of a man. The anguish in me is almost as palpable as my love for him, which resides and unapologetically grips firmly upon my heart. The heart that only, and will ever only, beat for him. The prospect of such a cruel outcome shows a sardonic smile every now and then, constricting my throat and filling my mouth with the taste of regret and trepidation. Metallic and pungent. That too seems palpable. And it’s slimy. Vile and oh simply terrifying. Absolute and all-consuming fear. All it truly takes is a graze— the passing of a hand followed by a feeling that scorches up my palm and sears my very being with desire. Such a visceral reaction to something so so innocent. Yet, my muscles go taut at the mere thought. He’s a powerful source. I cannot bear it; never seeing those moss agates again. It’s too much, making me belligerent in my own world. He, the Devil. He who owns my soul. Yet, he refuses to recognize such. For that, I cannot forgive myself. And shall spend the rest of my days offering my sacrifice. Wounded, raw, and skinned. But proudly belonging to him. Be it in his knowledge or not. Forgive me. Have this be a sin and I shall remain a sinner All I ask, is you forgive me. For I will never ever deny my need. — A.M. Sención 11.2024 This writing is my original work. Do not reproduce without permission. Explore more Who She Is "She calls it passion / when it’s merely madness." 10.02.2024 Inescapable Daydream “Nevertheless, you are mine.” 2021 Peaches “Sweeter than the peach / that blooms at the halt of rejuvenating springs,” 2021

Welcome to Moon Prose This is where I share my poetry— each piece is a reflection of my love for the human experience and the boundless depths of creativity. At Moon Prose, I offer writing commissions, crafting personalized poems for any occasion; each commissioned piece is tailored to your vision, designed to capture and express your unique story. Moon Prose is a space for dreamers, romantics, and those who find inspiration the littlest things. The Burden Jean-Léon Gérôme, La Vérité sortant du puits armée de son martinet pour châtier l'humanité, 1896 To crave I’m meant to— and secretly, he wants that too. To be desired, to be needed. Though once it is in his hands, he panics. is overwhelmed, when I am the one balancing society and a home. My longing is an inconvenience, however. And all it is for is to be accepted, to feel safe to be candid, unfiltered, to fall apart and not be chary to succumb to the task. a deepened presence that makes it okay to sleep a presence that leads in trust rather than power. rather than control Because there is no softness in power, and they both yearn for tenderness— one to give and the other to receive; even this is without an owner When he steadied, she found peace, and in her peace, he found his own. Held. Seen. Cherished. Unashamed. Protected. Heard. When there were no more butterflies and he— unassumingly, humbly, unpretentiously— asked her to surrender. Not for his sake, but her own. She did. And here she simply was. He cared not for performance. Loudness— but he did for holding a space where her femininity was preserved and untouched. Inviolable. Chaste. He cares so deeply for building something with the only person it makes sense to do so with, that validation from the outside holds no significance, his essence is unyielding in the face of prejudice, and there is no hunger to reign. His ego remains intact in the absence of either. Satiated by her purity and righteousness— which he never mistakes for meekness. Here he is strong enough for the both of them. He does not flinch. is not threatened by her confidence, or her awareness of her worth. Rather than trying to challenge it, he does it all to meet the standard. Rooted by the goodness he knows lies within her, and radiates loud enough to brighten a room. Stern in resolve and bearing, all the while soft in his gaze toward her. built of discipline and fairness, a steadfast guardian and guide. Still. Clear. Himself. She knows what her body is asking of her, and under the darkness of the skies, as does he— even when words lacked. But I was told I was unlovable. I am unlovable, and in this feminine rage there is a war behind my eyes. I am unlovable, and trust is fictitious, at least when pride is involved to feed his lust for a throne. My father always prided himself on raising a Valkyrie over an angel anyway. — A.M. Sención 05.31.2025 This writing is my original work. Do not reproduce without permission. Explore more The Devil's angel "Men who feel love / never lack a good heart, / so I wished my soul bound to his. " 2024 Who She Is "She calls it passion / when it’s merely madness." 10.02.2024 How Life Loves "...meant to be soft / in a world that moves me with calloused hands." 2024