Wayworn Wooden Floors showcases what Mark Lavorato’s writing style, which is simple and down to earth; he is telling stories but not fluffing them up beyond the point of being unbelievable, he explains this himself:
“I am drawn to the idea that poetry is simply the everyday, which, as a matter of perspective, has become, unexpectedly, song-worthy. I have included a few lofty ideas in the collection, but the vast majority of it is comprised of fairly ordinary events that are examined and placed under the microscope in a lofty way.”
Lavorato writes about topics and situations that everybody has experienced at least once in their lives. We have all felt the empathy for our loved ones, found in “A handful of seeds”:
like the graveyard statue of a saint,
grinning at birds,
in sunlight as crisp as stone.
Later, his leg having healed,
he plucked his rifle from the corner again,
eager to tame the wild
that had come unleashed unto the world
in his absence.
Still, when I think of him,
it is this image that rises first,
a monument, honouring what he was,
but couldn’t be.