Over three years, Write A House rehabilitated three vacant homes for three writers in Detroit’s Banglatown neighborhood, on the city’s near east side. These homes may have very well had different fates. In 2011, the city was in the throes of America’s housing crisis. Thousands of properties churned through the wrenching process of foreclosure. Families displaced. Lives uprooted. Neighborhoods lost millions in value as they became scarred with tens of thousands of vacant homes. Demolition was often the eventual outcome.
Write A House is pleased to announce that on May 31, we will be the recipients of a $75,000 grant to build a new vision of a writer’s residency in the North End of Detroit from The Kresge Foundation. Earlier this year, we re-wrote our mission statement to “grow a thriving community of writers in Detroit.”
Fortify Writers Retreat returns to Detroit for its second year May 18-20, 2018. Applications are open today through the end of the month. We encourage writers of any level or genre to apply for this weekend of generating new work, skill sharing, and building connections while attending workshops led by our phenomenal faculty.
If you’ve been a close follower of Write A House since 2013, you may have noticed we did not give away a home in 2017. And if you’ve been an even closer follower, you may have noticed we did not even finish funding or giving away a home we promised to Detroit poet Nandi Comer in 2016. It’s been both our hardest and our most rewarding year, and I’d to talk about where we are now we reflect and look ahead to 2018.
After attracting three new writers to Detroit, why did we pivot to retaining one already here?
Poet Casey Rocheteau on why she's on the board of Write A House to support fundraising for our fourth home.
We wanted to share with you what our writers in residence have been producing over the winter to spring season. (Those are in fact, generally two season, but this year in Michigan they felt like one). We began this program as a very open-ended fellowship. We found emerging writers whose work was strong and growing, and asked them to come make more of it. That's all. We didn't set a schedule or an amount, we just waited to see what would happen.
Nothing can ever prepare you for being told that you’ve just won a house. Nothing ever prepares you for moving to Detroit, either. It is not the kind of place you can understand from afar. It’s not the kind of place many people want to take the time to understand, anyway, whether they live 15 minutes or 1500 miles away.
Liana and I decided to try a collaborative literary experiment: choose a topic that we would both explore from our different vantage points in Detroit. Although we only live a couple blocks apart, we seem at times to be confronting entirely cities, communities, and cultures—and certainly from different sets of experiences. To further explore these differences, we chose to open our experiment by writing about gardening. If you’d like to participate, we’d love to read links to your thoughts, too.
The largest town nearest to where I am right now is Mynämäki, Finland, which you have certainly never heard of, but which is maybe 30km away from Turku, Finland, which you are slightly more likely to have heard of, but, let’s be honest, still probably haven’t. I am at an artist’s residency program that sits on the former grounds of Saari Manor. It is named for the days when this place was an island surrounded by the Baltic seabed—saari means island—although those days ended over a thousand years ago, when the water receded and the land emerged.
Every city has ghosts, but some have more than others. Detroit is one of those places. When you have a city with such an incredible and tragic past still reeling from issues and challenges that impact a vulnerable population, spirits will linger. The truth is that in order to really appreciate and understand Detroit, you need to go looking for them. They're not hard to find here - every building, park, street and community has a story to tell that goes beyond the surface. If you care enough to listen, the ghosts reveal themselves. Sometimes, they find you instead of the other way around. This is what happened to me on a recent Saturday morning.
Someone (OK, it was me) has fed my cat Bengali food and now, when he smells it cooking, he meows out the window toward the neighbor’s house, running to me if I move or change positions or even glance up from my desk. Anne, someone is cooking my lunch! is what he believes he is communicating. We’d better go see if it is ready, together, here let me get the door!
I now do most of my writing from an upstairs room that overlooks most of my street. The room is stark, with freshly painted white walls (Thanks Write A House crew), a wooden desk and an aluminum folding chair. I've kept it bare to minimize distraction and maximize output. I am easily distracted. I lose focus. I am not one of those writers who can write comfortably anywhere, at any time. To get a place of pure, magical focus and creativity, I have to expend so much energy. But even a minimally decorated, quiet room has not stopped my mind from wandering elsewhere.
The sound of the lawnmower ripping through my street Saturday morning was a sign: winter was officially over in Detroit and people - actual humans - were outside. It was a shocking contrast to my first few weeks in Detroit, when I went days without seeing any neighbors or strangers as I walked around in the snow, trying to get a sense of my new surroundings. My lawn was also in dire need of a cut.
My computer desktop image is of an old stone foundation overtaken by greenery, a former homestead of Washington Irving, which I hiked to a number of summers ago during a residency in the Catskills. The spot wasn’t terribly well marked, and I had to dig for it a bit, so I spent most of the morning seeking out what would have been a former house, next to a stream, before chancing upon the rock Rip Van Winkle was said to have napped on. (Superstitiously, I did not indulge the urge to test it.) The discovery of the homestead felt somehow pivotal, and I knew when I snapped the image on my cameraphone that I would want to look at it every day: flat stone foundations are so sensical, aren’t they?
Write A House, the Detroit nonprofit that awards homes to writers, hosts a conversation between Frances Stroh and Kelly Luce at the Palo Alto Shinola store on May 19 at 7 PM. The event is free and drinks and snacks will be served. Please email RSVP_PA@Shinola.com to attend.
Write A House will visit the Shinola San Francisco store on Tuesday, May 17 at 7 PM to host a conversation between Robin Sloan, author of Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore and Kim-Mai Cutler, a technology journalist and columnist at TechCrunch. The event is free and open to the public but please RSVP by emailing RSVP_SF@Shinola.com to attend. Drinks and snacks will be served! Help spread the word on facebook too!
Anne Elizabeth Moore receives keys to third house; Detroit local Nandi Comer to receive fourth
Detroit – Write A House is accelerating the awarding of free Detroit homes to new writers-in-residence, handing over the keys today for their third house while simultaneously announcing that local poet Nandi Comer will move into the fourth house upon its completion in the fall. The 501(c)3 nonprofit launched a fundraising campaign for that home yesterday which will run until the end of the month.
Cultural Critic Anne Elizabeth Moore Wins Free House in Detroit FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE - April 12, 2016
DETROIT, MI— Write A House is delighted to announce that the next writer to be awarded a Detroit house is Anne Elizabeth Moore, a writer, artist, editor, and cultural critic from Chicago. She was a 2014 nonfiction finalist who submitted a work of comics journalism as her writing sample. “In this smart, informative, and entertaining graphic work, the author deconstructs food, service, garment and waste industry labor and manufacturing practices,” wrote judge Tamara Warren in her citation.
It's been two months since I've moved, and perhaps the most challenging part of it all has been making my living space, well, livable. I've managed without attachment to possessions for a very long time, and in many ways that is an absolute freeing feeling. I've lived in places for the last five years knowing that in two days time, four weeks or three months, that my time in a particular bed, kitchen, shower and living room was temporary, that I would be moving on to somewhere else, a place with different colored walls, a different style of furniture, a different set of keys. It felt good to leave things behind, to know that nothing was mine, that I didn't have to carry that weight.