REVIEW: Earth Science by Sarah Green


by Tim Etzkorn

We’ve all been there: the way fading, afternoon sun alights subtle countryside on a cross-country drive; the sleepy moment on an airplane, head bumping against plastic siding, terra below skipping in and out between clouds; up late at night listening to trees sway in the wind, music playing somewhere inside, a beer, forgotten, warming on the stoop. Sometimes, the simplest moments seem disproportionately weighty, and I for one have always struggled to understand why. It is in this space that Sarah Green’s Earth Science resides. Like any good artist, Green has the ability to make the ordinary extraordinary. Notably though, she creates an entire text in which marvels are wrought out of the common. Green teases everyday ecstasies by lyrically exploring the emotional context that makes them so weighty, creating a text deeply personal and intimate as well as accessible and eye opening, helping readers to see why commonplace moments can be so arresting.

For the speaker in Earth Science, these moments can be housesitting and feeding Betta fish while eavesdropping on jilted lovers through an open window at 3am; noticing how light reflects off wine glasses after seeing an ex at a party; a deaf man saving a forgotten stocking cap from being left behind at the end of a snowy bus ride. Green artfully connects commonplace events with the internality that makes them so significant, and she does so in a language of the everyday.

Green opens the collection with “July Linden,” a poem drawing subtle beauty from the seemingly unremarkable. The speaker reflects on a collection of moments, housesitting:

At first I thought it was a grape arbor
or a guest’s jasmine shampoo.
I would walk around barefoot
after a glass of wine
on the sidewalk, holding up a leaf
and sniffing—not this, not that,
it was not my house, I was only feeding
a couple’s fish and sleeping lightly
on the woman’s side

She drinks wine on the sidewalk alone; her observations of the couple’s possessions are always couched in his and hers, never theirs. It appears that she is struggling with matters of relationship, and it is this context that makes the moments in “July Linden” impactful rather than the moments themselves. She goes on to describe how she

[…] never fully closed
the blinds at night, the better to see
old starry neighborhoods I missed.
the better to eavesdrop
on a swaying couple in the parking lot—
shadowy heart to heart,
I will never … sweatshirt to sweatshirt,
don’t say that … one friend leaning against a car

But her attention quickly shifts to the solitary betta fish she is caretaking, the creature that opportunes the whole poem:

[…] the fish that had been sick got better
and started eating more, even built the foam nest
male bettas make when they’re happy.
So I bragged about that, feeling responsible.

And the owner replied, from Brazil, Cute,
but it’s sad too, isn’t it. He thinks he lives in an ocean.
he thinks he’s changing his life.

Her and the fish’s owner address the fish diametrically. She sees the solo betta, building his nest, happy. The owner gets hung up on the loneliness – “it’s sad too, isn’t it.” The speaker points out that “He thinks he lives in an ocean,” he thinks he has endless possibilities; he doesn’t realize that he has boxed – or fish bowled – himself in as well, just in a different fashion, and if we take the speaker’s bifurcated observations of his and her belongings, the relationship may be a part of it.

“July Linden” appears to be about dissonant relationships and a movement towards contented solitude. The collection at large seems to be working its way through a breakup, but that doesn’t make Green’s poems only about heartbreak. Generally, whatever past relationship the speaker is considering is mentioned in passing, and the collection becomes about how our internal emotionality establishes a certain force for every occurrence.

As the collection progresses, readers witness more of the speaker’s relationship fallout, but so often, the fallout is presented in a fashion that provides meaning for an occasion rather than a reflection on the breakup. In “Constellations,” the speaker considers how a charged relationship with one person can change a whole space:

Across the room at the party
after we weren’t speaking any more:
a thread of small lights
between my shoulder and his shoulder.
both shoulders kind-of-turned.
Lights that were, to be honest,
just wine glasses refracting
intermittent blinking from a Christmas tree.
Glasses in hands of bystanders
who were not bystanders in their own account


[…] I tried to look somehow
without looking, my back to him.
My heart lurched as far as it could
to his side of my chest but it could not fly
physically through it. Once
at the grocery store, I sense him behind me,
two aisles away, and I knew we were missing
each other. Glad to reconvene at the counter.
His greeting arm. A little kiss while the receipt
printed. This was not that.

“Constellations” appraises the way a whole party shifts shape based on the speaker’s emotional condition: wine glasses and Christmas lights become a constellation, illuminating the party. Yet, this light is completely distant and unattainable. Like many have felt when viewing the night sky, the speaker wants to touch the stars but knows she cannot, and feels a lurch as a result. Her heart moves to the other side of her chest, but cannot leave her body. She reflects on past lurches – missing her partner at the grocery story – but concludes, “this was not that.” The weight of her breakup changes the whole atmosphere of the party and turns it into a canvas for memory.

If Green’s poems explore the way that our internal state can change the space for us, they are equally invested in how our condition simultaneously changes others’ space. In “Findings,” the speaker reflects on how a random act of kindness from a stranger carries its own intense valence due to her internal condition, though in concluding, she implicitly questions whether the moment would have even happened had she not been giving off the distinct light that can accompany loneliness:

Today a deaf man shouted Hey—
Hey—as I moved to trade the warm bus

for snowfall. I stopped. He was holding
a pale green hat

which had slipped my gloved hands
in the rush from seat to door.

I turned, wondering, saw
the hat, his headphones, light eyes,

said Thanks, then Thanks, again, clutching
the wool. Other bus riders looking

back, looking around. Later,
stir-frying for one, turmeric yellowing

my fingers like pollen, I remember
some Hindus believe there’s this

great heat we start to give off
in our saddest times. A sort

of stubborn fever—rising, signaling, until
even the gods

feel their warm foreheads, put down their
magazines, call out our names.

The speaker, in her solitude, shares a moment with a deaf man on the bus, perhaps dealing with his own sense of isolation at the time. The poem invites us to wonder if this bond would not have occurred had it not been for the “warmth” the speaker gave off in her saddened state. If nothing else, it seems that the speaker may have brushed aside this pedestrian yet poignant moment had she not been in need of connection.

Earth Science appears to be defined by her search for warmth out of a place of separation. The speaker painfully but positively moves towards a happy nest that is neither alone nor in relationship. It is a nest, which the speaker builds, that allows her to healthily connect with others. And in this fashion, Earth Science is a collection deeply about movement, a movement grounded in the ability to see the significance, and brilliance, of the seemingly unremarkable moments every day.

Buy it from 421 Atlanta: $15.00.

Tim Etzkorn is a lecturer at the University of Wyoming where he teaches literature and composition.

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