Poet · Fayetteville, Arkansas
The Flower KingTeo Luz
A lifelong wanderer of the world, seeker of beauty, and poet — I write by hand and type on a 1949 Smith-Corona. My letters, poems, and musings go out the old way, by mail. Signed, sealed, and delivered by yours truly.
Some are written for loved ones and go out to that one special person. Some are written for strangers and go out monthly to everyone in the mail club. Choose how you want your words delivered and keep your eye on the mail.
From the typewriter
A few of the poems.
read poetry naked under halfmoon light
this life a work of art we carved & sculpted together side-by-side forever in love lost in time
In a distant place
they cannot touch
they are lovers still
live in passion in single breath unseen topless moments
I gave her everything because she meant everything to me Then one day. . . she threw me away like I meant nothing
The Flower King
Sometimes love is in distant places you've never known.Sometimes love is on a call half a world away.Sometimes love is in a single moment.Sometimes love lasts a lifetime.Sometimes love is unseen.Sometimes love is unmet.You never knowwhere lovewill findyou.
The mail club
The Flower Press
Poems by mail, every month.The one piece of mail you'll want to open.
$12 a month · or $120 a year
See what comes in the envelope- 01A poem, typed on the Smith-Corona and printed on cotton paper.
- 02A journal page. Where I've been, what I'm working on, what's been on my mind.
- 03A short news sheet: book updates, art drops, where to find me.
- 04One lucky subscriber a month gets the original typed sheet instead of the print.
About
Teo Luz, writing as
The Flower King.
The machine is a classic Smith-Corona from 1949. The paper is 100% premium cotton. The poems are about life, love, and adventure: the moments that last an eternity, the lovers that came and went, the souls you meet by fate.
Teo writes and types out of Fayetteville, Arkansas. Each piece gets one draft and one sheet. He mails them because a letter can sit in a drawer for forty years. . . or more.
Texts and DMs get lost. Letters last.
Custom requests
A poem for someone you love, typed by hand and sent through the mail.
Tell me about them. I write it first by hand, type it on my Smith-Corona, and then put it in an envelope with a stamp. It arrives in the mailbox the way it was meant to. A timeless memory they will keep and treasure.
Baby, I've got silver and I've got gold yet still I'd trade away all my lucky wishes for the one chance to grow old and wake up standing next to you the end to my perfect day hand washing the dishes a simple quiet dance next to you
THE FLOWER KING · FAYETTEVILLE, AR
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