starting a new anthology is exhilarating and frightening. kind of like peeking over a fence. will you see green pastures with idyllic panoramas full of cows. perhaps it is a hidden garden, lush foliage and bright flowers. the hint of salt water could beckon to a seafaring exploration, glimpsed just ever so slightly over wooden pickets weathered by salt and wind.
as submissions begin to fill our mailbox, we see dreams and love, floating just on the other side of the fence. glimpses of fluffy clouds filled with hope.
keep sending. we love peeking over fences.