<p>In James Brasfield&#39;s Ledger of Crossroads, layered by light and shadow, the crossroads emerge from distinct yet inseparable geographies. Grounded in the sensual world, the poems fuse American and Eastern European landscapes: 'the char of silence and beauty, / brick foundations of what was here, dirt roads / cut through pines, rivers and the dust of the dead.' Here are experiences from the American South, of those who believed Jim Crow 'the way things... had to be,' and from the fallen imperiums of those 'who have always / returned to fewer trees and a wall,' whose intimate perceptions provide moments of reprieves: 'beyond the faint scent / of almond in the air and heavy clouds / funneling from the earth into snowfall, / the current calmed within that distant / bend of the Vistula.' Here we become the identities of others, their time and place, from the strata of their histories. They enter our lives.</p>