HeyJaredJude Cook's Poetry
"And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make."
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- Sep 29, 2026
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- Jul 27, 2026
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September Eighteenth (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWhen my five-year-old brother knocked on my mom’s casket as it hovered like a gut punch over the pit at the cemetery, he asked if she might hear it and come out to see who’s knocking. She’s not dead, my dad lied. I know—he shouldn’t have. But grief had clobbered him, And punch-drunk, englobed in anguish, he was doing his best—hanging to the ropes, desperately trying to regain footing in this bewildering, unwelcome new
The Most Vulnerable Emotion (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWhen you’re cruising along in your joy-mobile, Top down, wind tousling your hair, sun bright and warm On your face, like a compliment—the thought That this might not last starts to creep, slowly At first, then with more clarity—like a sore throat. And the mere possibility makes you turn down The happy song on your stereo and start To ruminate—your fear Of being smacked upside the head by A reality you didn’t see coming eclip
Probably Not the Best Time for a Difficult Conversation (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe husband passes the ice cream cone to his wife in the passenger seat, Then turns to receive the second one for himself from the drive-thru teen Who dutifully responds, “My pleasure,” as they thank him and pull forward. Driving toward home, he licks, and mentions something sensitive. She doesn’t like it, licks, and lets him know. Miffed, he licks, dismisses her objection (and her). Now, straight up peeved, she licks hard,
Tire Swing (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedA tire swing hung from the tired elm, like a faded ad for a deal that expired last year. No one hangs tires like that anymore. They used to lie around people’s yards and garages, back when people could change their own oil and tires. We used to do things for ourselves more— but this isn’t some “make things great again” screed. In one country in Africa where I lived for a bit, basic survival is often challenging—
Help Thou My Unbelief (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedRestless and impatient, My mind kept wondering When the miracle, the sign, would arrive— My deep discontent with The present agitating my comfort, Some unmet longing, Always never enough. Everyone receiving their revelations With such confidence, but My tablets never saw The finger of God. I thought religion was the problem, Then embracing disbelief, I discovered its own discontents. But there are trees. Wind. Mountains. Oce
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