Our World Burns


Waking up to yet more killings, this time police officers serving and protecting at a protest rally in downtown Dallas. Snipers. Guns. Men and women in blue, innocent bystanders mowed down.

When did this country become a war zone?

My heart is breaking…


About Nya Rawlyns

Crossing boundaries, taking no prisoners. Write what’s in your soul. It’s the bass beat, the heartbeat, the lyrics rude and true. Nya Rawlyns is the pseudonym of a writer who cut her teeth on sports-themed romantic comedy and historical romances before finding her true calling in the wilderness areas she has visited but calls “home” in that place that counts the most: the heart. She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or two pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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2 Responses to Our World Burns

  1. Patricia, Room With Books says:

    Reblogged this on Room With Books and commented:
    My thoughts and feelings exactly. Having lived in Dallas for 15 years, I know this police force to be very helpful and professional.



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