2694311612_fea44226e5_zHe is Ted. He walks barefoot and leaves gaping maws in the sand. His shirt is bent outward to the right, at the waistline. His pants have creases, sharp creases. Enough to cut lead crystals. He sits on the coast of the beach.

He pours Magna Mystique into a wineglass; the stem and foot, sunk in the sand.

He watches as the red liquor crumples into the wine glass, crushes onto the bottom bowl, and swirls about the inside, in a riffle of bubbles. The beach water laps gently. Then wildly, as the wind blows south-west, toward him.

He is Ted.

He stands, then walks south-east, leaving gaping maws in the sand.

He sits on the cusp of the beach water. The wind and waves push water toward the coast. He feels the water roll softly to his toes, enough to make him curl them. He watches as the water streams along the coast, then forms a rip current, and rolls back to the beach water.

He coughs, then rakes his fingers through his black, curly, sparse hair. He dies two years later on the same beach.

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About the Author: 

Ezebuike Temple is a writer, and a fourth year Law student in the University of Nigeria, Nsukka – where he also edits “UNEC Parrot”, the school’s Enugu campus newspaper. He likes Music – preferably Soft rock, which he listens to everyday of the week, and two times on Sunday. He is always interested in open-air or athletic sports, and keeps his affiliation to FC Barcelona silent, not saying it for spells as long as 5 or 7 minutes. His works have been published in various Nigerian Dailies, such as; Guardian, Blueprint, Punch, P.M News, Sunday Trust, et c. And online platforms including; Real Stories Gallery, YNaija, 4-traders, among others.

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I hold a doctorate in English from Duke University and recently joined the Marquette University English faculty as an Assistant Professor. I love teaching African fiction and contemporary British novels. Brittle Paper is the virtual space/station where I play and experiment with ideas on how to reinvent African fiction and literary culture.

2 Responses to “He is Ted | by Ezebuike Temple | A Poetic Portrait” Subscribe

  1. Morgan 2015/02/04 at 12:55 #

    this is too lovely

  2. Gabriel Doc Nwodo 2015/02/05 at 04:26 #

    Picturesque. Vivid. Me likey.

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I hold a doctorate in English from Duke University and recently joined the Marquette University English faculty as an Assistant Professor. I love teaching African fiction and contemporary British novels. Brittle Paper is the virtual space/station where I play and experiment with ideas on how to reinvent African fiction and literary culture.

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