"Night Ribbons is some of the best-crafted and most thought-provoking poetry I've read." Rudolfo Anaya, author of Bless Me, Ultima; "Cynthia Gallaher not only writes excellent poetry, she also has a special talent for interpreting her work before a live audience." Ella Jenkins, folksinger & storyteller; "Her voice elucidates the strength of women as peacemakers who are full of instinct and insight...In 'The Last Father,' she gives us a glimpse into El Salvador more haunting than any journalistic view." Black River Review; "Gallaher is a master storyteller. She has a talent for fusing history with glimpses of her life, her womanhood, her essence." Ed Two-Rivers, poet and recipient of Iron Eyes Cody Peace Award; "The poems are extremely engaging, especially for the feel of candid, intimate conversation she manages to hold onto line after line...In 'Popping Tar Bubbles,' the last stanza of the poem is perfectly crafted right down to the threatening Buicks." Michael Anania, author of The Red Menace; "Gallaher finds the unusual in ordinary situations and in extraordinary ones. These poems are fresh, eye-opening. Cyntia Gallaher is a talented new poet!" Choice Magazine

Cynthia Gallaher has published poetry in small press magazines and anthologies across the U.S. She writes thematically on erotica, environmental issues, Chicago urban life. Night Ribbons is her first book of varying themes; women, Chicago, Latin American relations, ancient and modern international issues

Cynthia Gallaher's poetry compiled in Earth Elegance is very nicely illustrated by Lonnie Poco and presents issues and observations of animal ecology.

Ratty Work: Rumors down here continue/to squeak and chitter/that we really may/outnumber humans.//We first were sailors/on those Viking ships and/Persian sloops, and ever since,/we've played pirate games,/sniffing out/opportunities for smuggled lunches/and stowaway quarters,/taking a deeper respect/than Newton/for the law of gravity.//Whatever is dropped by human hands/seems to sink/to our own level,/and in your basements,/underground parking lots,/beneath your bridges,/inside your running bulldozers,/we stand patched and ready/with enough booty,/pizza an popcorn/to feed our gray nation.