Split between two worlds and countries

Clinging to a past that doesn’t let you choose

Stay-at-home orders opened a new door for me. I found my way back to shelved relationships, sifting through memories, and writing my way out of uncertainty. I spent a couple of afternoons purging my books and found how much my obsessions have changed. Books arrive in life when our hearts need the topics most. Like […]

The Politics of Naming

On the page, I play with the words and definitions I have scribbled: exile, refugee, expatriate, immigrant, emigrant, displaced, and evicted. The meanings of these words complement and compete with each other. Each label is by turns romantic and a badge of social disdain. Exile: forced removal from one’s country, a person involuntarily separating oneself […]

Immigrants carry their lives

A past that never arrives

Heirlooms from my father’s family wrapped in brown paper packages with blue ink and foreign postmarks faded by a prairie rain burst will not be delivered to the cream house with green trim and gable roof where I live. The house belongs to my husband in name only — that’s what he tells me. But […]

Time of death: six thirty a.m.

Awoken with a start from a restless sleep, I grope not for my watch or the battery-operated alarm clock. I do not reach for my smudged glasses, either, but instead, fumble for the switch on the floor to turn on the Christmas tree lights. The miniature lights twinkle. The early, frigid darkness sparkles like counterfeit […]

Serhij Sochocky, Brody, Ukraine

The Inventory of War

Wars fought in books are orderly. Only dates and figures box suffering between worn covers. In truth, those who survive remember everything: those who wept, those with faith, those bearing false witness, those who refuse to forget. Inventories are taken. These are the dead. From war. A family walks the earth to find an unmarked […]

The politics of bread

Why is it always about fucking bread? I reach deep into the freezer on a crusade to vilify the starchy culprits, violently casting everything I find to the floor. Stiff hamburger buns skid across the linoleum. Two slices of pita bread soar over my shoulder. Half-eaten loaves of focaccia and olive bread come to an […]

Cremation changes our deaths

Marking the first loss

When a man answered the phone at a local Minneapolis crematorium, I prefaced the reason for my call with feeble qualifiers for my inquiry. My father died and chose cremation; I began. Recently, he asked. No. A long time ago. I decided not to be present, not to see his body before the cremation. Would […]

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Meet ANNA SOCHOCKY

Anna Sochocky

My work has appeared in the Waterstone Literary Journal and has received Honorable Mentions in the New Millennium Writings and Fourth Genre Journals and third prize in the Larry Turner Award for Nonfiction.

I have been awarded Creative Nonfiction Mentorships with the SASE Nonfiction Mentorship Program and the Loft Literary Center, received residencies with Norcroft: A Writing Retreat for Women and the Room of Her Own Foundation.

I am a graduate of the Hamline Graduate of Liberal Studies program and the recipient of the Outstanding Creative Thesis Award. Learn more about me…

For information about my story, for interviews, and other inquiries, please contact me.

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