Tag: imagination
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Sundance 2026: “A Door Opens in the Heat: Take Me Home and the Shape of a New Beginning”
Take Me Home follows Anna, a Korean adoptee caring for her aging parents, as a Florida heat wave reshapes her life. Ali Ahn leads Liz Sargent’s tender, imaginative film with grace and emotional clarity.
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Transcription
soundtrack and images transform into words. I wanted to capture how memory and imagination build a foundation—bright doors, roofs wide as sky—out of fragments of fear and joy. The theme is resilience: the act of immersing nightmares in dreams until something sacred emerges.
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Nightfall
The ramshackled town falls quiet to the artist’s eye in the retreating light.The old houses will truce their aged lumber,antiquity, for the invading dark beauty of his creation.He lived here once as a boy, in the sadness of his angels,held hostage (he thought), by the catechism of church and steeple, becoming a refugee from sawdust…
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The Fruits of My Labors
I hate mowing the lawn,hate the way it sends chinch bugsflying to the stars after the rain.In my dreams, however, I have lots of land,and delight in sculpting neat parallel rowswith my tractor- over and over, on and on,aerating the start of warrens and burrows for rabbits and woodchucks to finish their tunnels, for deer…
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Gills
When I was a kid I convinced myself I could breathe underwater.I even dreamed I would join a lap of cod and swim all the way to Antarctica. I would never get tired of navigatingtides, forging rivers, crossing gulfs. I was sure if I did surrender to the waters I could not be drownedor become…
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Poesy for the Grown-Up Child
(The poem is best read in landscape view, so as to keep the original formatting intact.) This year when the ginormous flamingos arrived Harold and Lilith, little brother and sister so, lassoed the pinkest and to the sky they arose— above all the straw maidens playing games with life’s fire, the slow dancing couple living…
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Moon Play
The moon slipped into his room a suitcase of light seeking commiseration,The boy imagined three stars stolen from the Northern Sky packed inside.The beam stopped by the bookcase,thumbed its light on a few titles,and since the books would not open and confess their wordsdrifted its attention to the unexpected life awakening on the other side—a…
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Cardboard
Given enough cardboard and tape I could make my own childhood house.At least until winter. Then, it allflattened, became one big sledthat raced down the brown foothills,so out of control, fast, faster still,until a Plymouth door handle left a permanent time scar on my forehead- one, two, three little rivers forging into each other.Now, that…