Mark Lavorato's Writings
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Poem
Nov.26.2012
Spread it like a roll of nickels
A Crab on Vargas Island - Mark Lavorato Sitting around the fire you asked me what I was thinking I said nothing which wasn’t true On my walk before dark I noticed something wriggling between two corrugations in the strand an orphan on the tarmac of wave-shattered shells It was lying on its back, legs kicking in a slowing...
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Poem
Oct.19.2012
The Montreal Review
Fingerpaintings
I
Wearing an old university sweater he found
in a box under the stairs, he spoons tupperware
leftovers between his teeth, staring ahead while
beads of dark slide down the window to his right,
indicating, it would seem, that
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Article
Oct.19.2012
The Montreal Review
Among the many individual poems in my collection, Wayworn Wooden Floors, I've also written a few series. One of those, "Fingerpaintings," uses childhood verse and nursery rhymes, which are overlaid and incorporated into a running text of mature themes and adult contexts.
The nursery rhymes stand out only visually from the rest of the poem. My hope was that...
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Poem
Sep.12.2012
Poetry Quebec
I Used to Believe
That there was a portal in my closet
to another world,
and that my mother’s washing machine
was haunted.
That we were all assigned
guardian angels
who balanced
precariously
on treetops
watching over us
at every hour. And
when you heard your name in a crowd
and spun...
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Poem
Sep.12.2012
Poetry Quebec
The Morning After the Canadiens Lost
It was raining in Montreal, off and on, trailing
cloudlets hanging low, dragging their heels.
Out of coffee, I made my way through sober streets
where car horns were tight-lipped and banners had
suddenly vanished into hockey-closet air, when
I saw a man on des Érables...
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Poem
Sep.12.2012
Poetry Quebec
Postcards
stamp the fridge shamelessly
with colours brash enough to appease
the imagination
and boards of tourism
Having a
Here
Wish you were
Weather
Thinking of
Great time
The pen clicks shut
gritty with sand
cocktail umbrellas swabbing
maraschino dye
like a stab wound
‘Please
can we just…’
A palm...
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Poem
Sep.12.2012
Poetry Quebec
Woman Eating an Apple
Words for the lagging
November light of Sicily
always fail
but always try
It’s a light that sketches
jagged lines along walls
that breathes shadow
into the blemishes
of plaster
It is a light that stretches
her lonely form across the floor
drawing her chair slanted,...
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Article
Jul.19.2012
49th Shelf
It is perhaps with books of poetry in particular that the book trailer really shines, and the trailer for Mark Lavorato's Wayworn Wooden Floors is no exception. Also check out his feature on our blog, Behind the Poem: "Abandoned Car".
Video is here.
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Poem
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Jun.20.2012
http://www.openbookontario.com/news/poets_profile_mark_lavorato
How to Make a Cake from Scratch
First you will need to take out your recipe,as well as every recipe you’ve ever been givenand burn them. It is critical you disregardanything anyone has ever told you about makingcake. A jerry can of gasoline and match facilitate.
The ingredients are complex. They will changewhen you wish they would not...
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Essay
Jun.04.2012
The 49th Shelf
I think, because I’m a novelist, my poems are often quite story-centred. In Wayworn Wooden Floors I have written several series composed of five poems in that vein, but none of these is more inspired by story than the set I did on abandoned things (an abandoned car, resort, toys, grave, and a farm), all of which were things I had come across in my...
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About Mark
I'm a Canadian novelist and poet. My first novel, Veracity, has been incorporated into curricula in the US, and the e-book edition has been downloaded over 32,000 times. My second, Believing Cedric, was released in 2011, and met with critical acclaim. My...