Mark Lavorato's debut poetry collection, Wayworn Wooden Floors, is a striking piece of work, informed by an acute observer tuned to the everyday. These frank, thoughtful poems evoke both the tragedy and the comedy endemic to daily existence. Lavorato's poems are penned in accessible, unpretentious verse, which is as clear as it is varied in form, tone, and vantage.
The multi-talented Mark Lavorato was raised on the Canadian Prairies, but has spent most of his adult life living, working, and writing on his travels throughout Central and North America, the Caribbean, and Europe. He was inspired to begin writing while living in the Austrian Alps, reflecting on unsettling true stories he'd heard in the jungles of Guatemala. Aside from his writing, Mark is also a photographer and composer.
?Wayworn Wooden Floors is insightful and much recommended addition to many a modern poetry collection.?- Wisconsin Bookwatch
?Throughout [Wayworn Wooden Floors], Lavorato plays with a variety of forms, giving readers an opportunity to be active as well as passive recipients of his words. We are never complacent and he is not predictable.?- Carol Katz, Poetry Quebec
?Wayworn Wooden Floors is a varied first collection of many styles and themes ranging from terse lyrical imagery to verbose prosaic description. While his voice is consistent and strong, the styles are wide ranging and vigorous.?- Philip K. Thompson, The Chronicle Herald
?[Mark Lavorato's] powers of description and his obvious facility with words serve him well ... from a ?desert of saturate light? (?Swallow?) to the ?Sun dangling bald from an unseen wire, gestapo-bulb sway? (?Ninth Street North?).?- Michael S Begnal, Eyewear
?From Oaxaca City to the streets of Montreal to an abandoned farm where ?The sound of the wind is defined / only by what it blows through?, these poems are less postcards than personal memories mined for greater, universal truths.?- The Montreal Review of Books
'His poetry is his own, and clearly understandable. What you read is what you get, and the reverse is equally true. Lavorato writes with an eye to the last line of a poem, and that line is loaded with irony.'- Andrew Vaisius, Prairie Fire Review of Books
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