Coming May 2016

Our 4th poetry collection from Stephanie M. Wytovich will be released in May. All the poems included are exclusive to this volume and have not been published elsewhere! Pre-order HERE

The Brothel Theme

Brothels are places that are constructed as—sometimes legal, but mostly illegal—houses to buy and/or pay for sex. Run by a madam, typically an older woman who houses and provides for her girls, the business attracts clients of all shapes and sizes, all genders and behaviors. Sometimes business conducts itself without concern, a steady in-and-out, a quick fuck and profit, but other times, there are problems, problems that arise because of, disobedience, greed, anger.

So what happens when a girl gets confused and she starts to like the pain? When the idea of murder turns her on and she can’t come without her knife? What happens when the masochist becomes the sadist? When the bodies start piling up? Where can she hide so she can mutilate her sex and never give herself away again?

The Underlying Story

Wytovich plays madam in a collection of erotic horror that challenges the philosophical connection between death and orgasm. There’s a striptease that happens in Brothel that is neither fact nor fiction, fantasy nor memory. It is a dance of eroticism, of death and decay. The human body becomes a service station for pain, for pleasure, for the lonely, the confused. Sexuality is hung on the door, and the act of love is far from anything that’s decent. Her women spread their legs to violence then smoke a cigarettes and get on all fours. They use their bodies as weapons and learn to find themselves in the climax of the boundaries they cross in order to define their humanity…or lack thereof.

Wytovich shows us that the definition of the feminine is not associated with the word victim. Her characters resurrect themselves over and over again, fighting stereotypes, killing expectations. She shows us that sex isn’t about love; it’s about control. And when the control is disproportionate to the fantasy, she shows us the true meaning of femme fatale.

Advance Praise for Brothel

“…a triumph of prismatic storytelling. The poems in Brothel have multiple shades and angles, and each one’s a window into a secret world I longed to explore—in spite of the bloodstains, and sometimes because of them.” —Jessica McHugh, author of The Green Kangaroo

“…at once depraved and holy, Brothel is poetry as weapon, as caress, as submission. Absolutely glorious.”—Peter Adam Solomon, Bram Stoker Award-nominated author of All Those Broken Angels

An Excerpt To Wet Your Whistle


Her favorite part of the game was initiating it; like a spider,
she lured them in, bathed in silk as she lay in wait and dreamed
about the moment when they’d be beneath her. She’d fantasize
about the second when she could bite and lick and suck and feed,
when she could unravel from her web, stretch her legs, and run,
run, run. It was a careful technique that was passed down from
madam to madam and she was practiced,
a well-trained black widow, and she counted her Johns
like she counted her bills: one at a time.