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. 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. 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. 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. 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. Nostalgia's Blade René Peyrol, Bathers in the Forest, 1887 Will this constant state of nostalgia ever detach itself from me? Detoxifying and freeing. I fear it will only worsen from here He will remember what it was like to sit in a classroom, learning a subject entirely unconnected to Him, won’t even count. He will remember the late night pulling into the driveway after a rendezvous with our friends. And He’ll remember what it was like to love. I fear he will not leave, only gather the ammunition he needs to make my heart bleed each time I hear that song. — A.M. Sención 10.04.2024 This writing is my original work. Do not reproduce without permission. Explore more Paraíso "Tu paraíso privado." 01.15.2022 Time "I wish not the life of another," 2024 Who She Is "She calls it passion / when it’s merely madness." 10.02.2024

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. 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. 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