JARRETT MOFFATT

THERE’S

SOMETHING

FOR EVERYONE!

MISCELLANEOUS WRITING + OTHER STUFF

REMEMBER

THE CUPCAKE TREND?

This was the first radio spot I ever wrote. I was in school and just got my first copywriting gig, and we had a client that couldn't use their name anymore and needed a radio spot to tell the city about it. My boss later submitted it for a local advertising award and it beat three spots from the city's football team. Knowing I'm better than the Winnipeg Blue Bombers is awesome.

ISLAND LAKES:

SOME POSTERS

I live in a pirate-themed suburb called Island Lakes. I wrote a poster campaign promoting it. I don't know why.



POEM:

O, DYSTOPIA!

o, dystopia!

come closer!

you're too far away.

our faces find warmth

in your cold blue light,

that hue of hope

a lighthouse for the lonely.

take us to where we want to be,

to saccharine-soaked realities.

swipe, swipe, swipe,

no, that's not the one.

swipe, swipe, swipe,

anxious thumbs on the run.

THERE!

the pretty girl,

with the pretty smile,

she knows who can save us,

and while it ain't the lord jesus,

she says she'll still please us.

so click link in bio,

and have CASSIESAVEU20

on your next online purchase.

FACEBOOK MARKETPLACE

There’s always stuff in my house I need to sell. Is this copy complete overkill? Of course it is. But life’s boring—write stupid Facebook Marketplace ads.

LETTER TO

THE EDITOR

In 2008 I had a college assignment where we had to try and get a letter to the editor published so I picked the most circulated newspaper in Canada. It worked, but at what cost.

LETTER

TO SANTA

When I was eight I wrote a letter to Santa. Now, several years later, I’m including it in my professional portfolio.


BIOVATOR

One of my “early days” clients. Giant composters are insanely cool. The power of microbes and an optimal mix of nitrogen and carbon!

MAKING SELL SHEETS LESS BORING

I got the idea for this sell sheet after I bought my first (and last) newish car. The guy who sold it to me said he was a golf pro in South Korea when he wasn’t selling cars but he was probably lying.

BORN

FROM PROSE

I recorded a four-song EP so I could graduate from college. Do I remember how I did any of this? No. But a classmate played the last song at her wedding so that was cool.


Ending what hurts, beginning what heals.

The fall of winter, the rise of spring.

Through the silence, above the sound.

A choir of one, the hearts of many.