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

Nya Rawlyns doesn’t write typical romance. She writes emotion as a contact sport, rough and often raw. It need not be pleasant, heart-warming or forever after. What she seeks is what lies beneath—a dance of extremes, the intersect of need and desire, and the compromises we make when pain and pleasure become indistinguishable. ***** 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 three 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. 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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