James Goldberg
JAMES GOLDBERG {[email protected]} is a poet, playwright, essayist, novelist, documentary filmmaker, scholar, and translator who specializes in Mormon literature. He is a co-founder of the Mormon Lit Lab, president of the Association for Mormon Letters, and on the advisory board for the Center for Latter-day Saint Arts. For samples of his work, visit patreon .com/jamesgoldberg
Q&A with James Goldberg, Co-founder of Mormon Lit Blitz
Articles/Essays – Volume 54, No. 4
The Mormon Lit Blitz contest has tapped into a rich reservoir of Mormon short-short fiction, reaching a milestone this year with the publication of its first anthology. With a 1000-word limit, final winners selected by…
Read moreExcerpt from Eleusis: The Long and Winding Road, Translated and introduced by James Goldberg.
Articles/Essays – Volume 54, No. 1
In 2014, R. de la Lanza spent his morning commute feverishly writing. All through the long bus ride from his home in the southern part of Mexico City to his work at a university in the famed Roma neighborhood, he poured out a story that had been forming in his head for five years, he says, “like clouds gathering for the storm.”
Read moreThe Most Beautiful Thing about Kathleen Peterson’s “The Woman Taken in Adultery”
Articles/Essays – Volume 53, No. 4
The most beautiful thing about Kathleen Peterson’s “The Woman Taken in Adultery” is not simply that it is a painting about Jesus. I believe in Jesus. I have spent my life trying to listen to Jesus.
Read moreThe Cunning Man and Fiction of the Mormon Corridor | D. J. Butler and Aaron Michael Ritchey, The Cunning Man
Articles/Essays – Volume 53, No. 3
On December 6, 2019, the Western Mining and Railroad Museum in Helper, Utah hosted a release party for The Cunning Man. The novel, which has scenes in the city and in the old coal mines nearby…
Read moreThe Revelations & Opinions of the Rev. Clive Japhta, D.D.
Articles/Essays – Volume 46, No. 1
as extracted from a series of emails James Goldberg discovered in his junk folder I am—without question—an American. If I’ve ever doubted that, it was clear the moment I walked into the humidity and human…
Read moreGhazal
Articles/Essays – Volume 46, No. 1
You said to wait but how I wanted to be free again
Find a way to get a taste of the fruit from off that tree again
The Day of Judgment hangs above my neck just like a flaming sword
Each night the angels say it’s time to enter my plea again
The Feather Pen
Articles/Essays – Volume 46, No. 1
The angels’ wings are molting, so I’ll make my pen.
Sound me down to earth or hell, but let me take my pen.