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! My name is Astrid, a 23-year-old artist, writer, and unapologetic dreamer. I was born in Miami, Florida, to Dominican parents and I was nurtured in a world of vibrant traditions, layered histories, and boundless artistic curiosity. From a young age, I’ve been captivated by the arts in all their forms and I was drawn to the transformative power of creativity, finding solace and wonder in film, music, painting, theater, fashion—each medium offering a unique lens through which to explore the infinite beauty of existence. My inspirations are as varied and profound as the human experience itself. In the grace and intricacy of Renaissance, Pre-Raphaelite, and Romantic art, where each canvas seems to pulse with life and longing. In the written word which enchants me just as much—whether in the sweeping grandeur of Wordsworth’s reflections on nature and the sublime, the soul-wrenching humanity of Dostoevsky’s narratives, or the haunting depths of Kafka’s surreal prose. Each piece I encounter adds another stitch to the fabric of my artistry. Music, however, has been my most steadfast companion . My passion here is equally diverse. While classical music—particularly from the Romantic period—holds a special place in my heart, music in general has been both my anchor and my liberation, a constant friend throughout life’s symphony. As a former concertmaster, I found a voice in the resonant strings of my violin, a voice that, even after putting my instrument down, continues to shape my creative journey with its beauty. My tastes are an eclectic dance of genres and traditions: the ardent crescendos of Romantic composers, the haunting melodies of Sephardic music, the ethereal strains of Nordic folk, the raw energy of heavy metal, the rhythmic pulse of tambores, and the nostalgic croon of doo-wop… that’s only scratching the surface. If you can name it, chances are it’s probably already in one of my Spotify playlists. For me, art—whether it’s a song, a painting, or a poem—is the ultimate unifier, a shared experience that transcends language, culture, and time. It is a phenomenon I find endlessly magical—a thread of humanity that binds us together, even in our most solitary hours. As a child, I was often told that my head was in the clouds. What once seemed a criticism has become my greatest gift. To dream, to wonder, and to wander through life with open eyes and an open heart—this, I believe, is the essence of truly living. The world is an endless source of fascination, brimming with cultures, traditions, histories, and untold stories. The more I learn, the more I find that life’s treasures are often hidden beyond the boundaries we are taught to accept. Though I once kept to myself, I have since learned the profound joy of human connection. There is immense fulfillment in lifting others up, in fostering community, and in sharing inspiration. This website is my humble endeavor to bring these passions together—a sanctuary for poetry, creativity, and friendship; to meet like-minded souls, and hopefully bring a little beauty and inspiration to others. Here, I hope you find a corner of the internet that feels like home; that it becomes a space that feels as warm and open to you as it does to me. A place where every visitor, every story, every dreamer is welcome. Perhaps my words are candid, perhaps they reveal the depth of my hopeless romanticism—but if you’ve ventured into my work, you already know that. And perhaps that is why you’re here—to share in the beauty of dreaming, together. 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. Wish It Wouldn't Bleed Carlton Alfred Smith, Recalling the Past, 1888 But I wish not to bleed anymore. And if it makes me stronger, then what? I don’t want the lesson in strength; the wisdom, or the need to be bigger. I am not big. Only dying, over something that has no place for grief. Not when it stripped me of everything I am, not the way it was. Should it hurt more to grieve if the lover was fair? This was not so. Why, then, are there tears of gold? Why, still, do I wake at midnight to a minor key, a haunting melody, that does little to lull me back to sleep. Time will heal. But it will always feel like shattered glass on his birthday— when he looked at me, and made me believe I knew love. That scar will always be tender. To grieve the hurt that will die; please, I only wish it wouldn’t bleed. — A.M. Sención 12.26.2024 This writing is my original work. Do not reproduce without permission. Explore more Soulmate “I was made of a piece of you, / and you of me.” 2023 Time "I wish not the life of another," 2024 Paraíso "Tu paraíso privado." 01.15.2022

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. I Can Serge Ivanoff, The violinist, 1893-1983 Doubt no further, For what is there to? His accomplishments are not mine own, and so, they shall never be. Does this, then, make me unworthy? A piece of paper with a title? Or lack thereof Is my mind incapable of such arts? That which, coming from him, would be no less striking than from my hand? Perhaps even less so. Misunderstand not, for I am not better; but to exist on the same plane should not feel like a crime, something to be exiled for, or something to make me feel fraudulent when all the difference lies in ink and paper. — A.M. Sención 2024 This writing is my original work. Do not reproduce without permission. Explore more Nostalgia's Blade "And He’ll remember what it was like to love." 10.04.2024 Soulmate “I was made of a piece of you, / and you of me.” 2023 How Life Loves "...meant to be soft / in a world that moves me with calloused hands." 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. Exchange Between Heathen and Believer Charles West Cope, The Thorn, 1866 I love you. As do I. — A.M. Sención 11.2024 This writing is my original work. Do not reproduce without permission. Explore more Nostalgia's Blade "And He’ll remember what it was like to love." 10.04.2024 How Life Loves "...meant to be soft / in a world that moves me with calloused hands." 2024 Simply, I Love You “…the hue of those spring-growth eyes,” 2023

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. Soulmate John Everett Millais, The Black Brunswicker, 1860 Our souls’ flames burn so brightly for each other it would put the very Sun to shame. Igniting an embodiment of love. The purest and richest form, that kindles and inspires the rest of humanity. It’s not subjective; distinctly factual. Indisputable. Allowing my spirit to dare for yours is a privilege, for it brings to me more joy than I could imagine. You are forever mine. And I belong, forever, to you. In this life and the next, and the many before, I was made of a piece of you, and you of me. — A.M. Sención 2023 This writing is my original work. Do not reproduce without permission. Explore more Simply, I love You “…the hue of those spring-growth eyes,” 2023 Paraíso "Tu paraíso privado." 01.15.2022 Time "I wish not the life of another," 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. Primrose Hill Charles Allston Collins, May, in the Regent's Park, 1851 Serenity is the birds in the trees with colors I’d never known, against a most saddened landscape. Bruised mauves, ghosted gold.. I had not known solitude either— for all its weary grief— could be so rich; was what I needed most: an unsettled feeling that lies upon your lungs like Tartini’s devil, a world both dead and ancient. Serenity is the stillness, where just beyond lies chaos, and nothing but, tucked in bed like a child. Serenity, this bliss, is an unexpected visit at the bookshop. Had I met her eye, she’d have known our lover. it is frozen fingers that bleed, and teary eyes, and thousands of miles from all I have known. Dismay— and truly being alone. Serene — A.M. Sención 02.2025 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 Oxford Street "...the uncertainty is welcome, / the chasm in my heart, a savory pain." 02.2025 Braveheart (Montague Street) “...siempre demasiado lejos de mí.” 04.07.2025

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. Oxford Street Joseph Mallord William Turner, High Street, Oxford, 1810 How far to go. The stumbling, drunken man will be no different at home, as he mumbles of a god even he is unsure can save him. The streets are brighter here and twice as busy yet somehow calmer; and I don’t have to remember to move my feet. How can this be? It is no paradise. Trading one city for another— It should be no different. But it is. The people can still be mean, no less selfish. Still, I remain willingly ignorant of even this; perhaps it is the lights. And I despise the home I miss most. Perhaps it is Solitude’s companion— A healthy presence when it is not abundant. But in these lights, the uncertainty is welcome, the chasm in my heart, a savory pain. It is the white breath from my lips that reminds me I am alive. — A.M. Sención 02.2025 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 Cigarettes and Stale Beer (Camden Market) "...it makes me want to stay—" 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. Paraíso Jean-Eugène Buland, Bonheur des parents, 1903 Tal vez no sea el paraíso que hubiésemos imaginado, en algún otro mundo. Quizá tampoco lo sea para los pequeños, amor. Igual acá estamos. Llorando, riendo, gritándole al cielo por una respuesta que, lo más probable, nos deje tan vacíos como no tenerla. Sea como sea, eres el sol entrante mi ventana a primera hora. El café perfecto al comenzar. Espero con ansias cada mirada que viene de ti, y la ternura que traes rozando mi espalda. Al parecer, me pasó días a la vez soñando despierta, cariño. El momento en que diseñemos nuestra familia, y nos unan ante los ojos de Dios. Rey de mi corazón serás por siempre. De mis manos, mi pecho, mis ojos, mi cuerpo, pensamiento. Quisiera darte lo que no tengo; la luna que me pidas. Y así será siempre. Seré compañera, esposa, tu dulce de coco, Tu paraíso privado. — A.M. Sención 01.15.2022 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 Wish It Wouldn't Bleed "Should it hurt more to grieve if the lover was fair?" 12.26.2024

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

"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. There was painful desire, 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