Denton Square

Andy Wegner and Kyle Feeney

Andy Wegner has lived in Denton for six years, and attended Denton High School where he met Kyle. They sit on a bench facing the courthouse as Kyle scoots his longboard back and the square is a second home for them.

Andy is in the process of becoming a hip-hop artist and under the name Square Rat.

“All we did was party and hang out with each other,” Andy says, “Square Rat is going to bring it back.”

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“I skateboarded and I hurt it,” Andy says, “My doctor told me I could take of my splint. Then, I went to Arts and Jazz and got drunk and punched some kid in the ribs and fractured it even more.

Andy says he doesn’t have a lot of money but is saving up for a computer to record his music. Now, he has two  songs almost completed and another he would like to add another verse to he says as he begins to rap:

“Say no to dope or hang by the rope of addiction / and lose all ambition trying to handle your condition / But, you’re in the position pick your family and next ___ / And you’re skin like tick, so you don’t feel sick / when you’re gonna kick the bucket, when you’re gonna say fuck it / Bounce back, no shit, sound of whack when your heart’s starting to turn black. / Glass. Chrystal. Crank. / You might think it makes bank / Watch you don’t get shanked. / It ruins people’s lives, / I’ve seen it in my own eyes. / Don’t believe the lies. / Put it down and lets rise / and start realize these guys really aren’t your real friends. / They won’t be there in the end. /  It’s time to comprehend you’re nothing to them. / They’ll use you and abuse you.”

He finishes to a fist bump from Kyle.

“Denton’s beautiful. It’s filled with music,” Kyle says.

“We have the most interesting people in the world outside of Austin,” Andy adds.

“And it’s a smaller Austin. But, we’re raising out,” Kyle says as he looks around the square.

“We’re going to be awesome one day. We’re cooler,” Andy says.

“Appreciate,” Kyle finishes.

“Denton’s beautiful. It’s filled with music,” Kyle says.

“Denton’s beautiful. It’s filled with music,” Kyle says.

Andy says the Denton is the easiest place he can be himself. It’s his home and where he’ll stay until the day he dies.

Kyle is not an aspiring hip-hop artist but he loves the music of Denton and that’s why he sticks around. He says he will probably leave, go to college and come back since he has lived here his entire life.

“It’s one of those towns that draws you back,” he says.

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Shay and Rosie Hlavaty

Shay Hlavaty sits outside Jupiter House writing a birthday card for her friend Maddie who rescued her for the second time after Shay’s car broke down last night at 10. Her car also broke down a few weeks ago because of a bad alternator. It’s taking a while to finish the card, but Shay says Maddie deserves a lengthy note and the extra time.

“I’m supposed to be subbing but I can’t so I’m just hanging out,” Shay says.

Shay is unsure if she’ll have to pay for the repairs but hopes it will be covered for faulty parts. If there is more damage than another faulty alternator, she’s worried she can’t afford the costs between her paychecks from regular substitute teaching for Denton ISD and working at the Abby Inn.

However, Shay was just hired to teach English and Language Arts to Gainesville sixth graders this fall and will commute from Denton. She now has an alternative teaching certificate.

Shay, a Lubbock native, likes her hometown and the country life as the daughter of a cotton farmer.

“The positive thing about living in Lubbock is that when you go and visit anywhere else it’s beautiful,” Shay laughs, “The tress and rivers and wildflowers here are amazing to me every day.”

Shay’s love of nature continues with her love of hiking and biking on local trails.

Shay graduated from Texas Tech with a degree in environmental conservation before she moved to Arkansas for environmental education camp. From there, she went to Kansas for graduate school with her boyfriend “for like two months and realized it was not what [she] wanted to do with [her] life.”

She and moved to Denton with her “old lady” Blue Heeler/Catahoula mix, Rosie. When they’re home, Shay likes to craft, “making pillows and whatnot” with supplies from Scrap as Rosie lounges around; but the two love to the attention they get doing their favorite things- hanging on the courthouse lawn and going to Oak Street Drafthouse. They’re working on making friends here, and Shay thinks working at the Abby has helped them make new pals.

“I’ve met random people along the way because I’m pretty outgoing and having nothing to lose,” Shay says, “So not a lot but I’m working on it.”

Shay will stay on the square today, finishing the first Game of Thrones novels before she is supposed to have dinner with a friend, and grab a beer Maddie before giving her the card she just finished.

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Barbara and Ana

Barbara and Ana: Sisters

The two sat on a bench facing Denton City Hall. After interviewing Megan, I walk around the building and spot Gloria and Gladys but decide to interview them afterward.

Barbara is social, but only if she likes you so make a good impression. Ana says Barbara won’t talk to people she doesn’t like them, preferring to avoid them. Ana seemed shy throughout the interview and let Barbara do most of the talking. I figured I’d let the two (mostly) speak for themselves.

Barbara and Ana: Dialogue

Barbara and Ana became best friends two years ago while students at the University of North Texas. Below is the transcription of how the two met to introduce them and so you can read how the interview went.

“We got some baked goods and decided it was nice and then the wind started,” Barbara says.

“[We are] just friends,” Ana says. “Really good friends.”

“JUST friends, I’d say that we’re sisters. Chosen sisters.”

“We met through a mutual friend who we don’t hang out with in our apartment because we lived together.”

“She didn’t talk to me the first time and…”

“You were really awkward!”

“Apparently I was really awkward.”

“She was really awkward. Really awkward.”

“As opposed to now…”


“After that, I don’t know where I saw her.”

“Political science.”

“One of those really awful intro political science class at UNT full of freshman.”

“When you’re not a freshman.”

“Right, and then she was like, oh this person is not crazy…”

“Well because we no longer hung out with her.”

“It all worked out. She ignored us, in a good way.”

Barbara and Ana: Educated

Barbara will graduate in May designated Summa cum laude with a major in international security and diplomacy and a minor in Mandarin Chinese. Ana, studying business, has a year left.

“Whenever people ask me [what do you want to do after you graduate], I just want to pour out this long, complicated existential answer for them. They’ll be like ‘alright dude, you don’t know what you’re doing.’ No, I’m applying for law school. I don’t think that’s going to work out so I might just …see what happens. I’m not sure…” Barbara says, nervously snickering. “She has more of a plan than I do,” Barbara adds quickly to change the focus.

“What! I have no plan. I’m going to graduate and work in the business world. That’s not a plan. Well, my dad works in the business world so I have connections I guess. We’ll see where that goes. Someday I want to own a bakery so anything in between is just getting me there,” Ana says.

“We were staking out the competition. That’s really what it was. They thought we were going there just for muffins.”

“We should do some chemical analysis and see what they put in there.”

For now, Ana is a nanny and Barbara is unemployed, having just finished an internship at the Dallas Committee on Foreign Relations.

“Have you ever seen the Devil Wears Prada? That minus the Prada,” Barbara says. “So I’m glad that that was over. It taught me that even though people have these titles Former Ambassador of Whatever doesn’t mean they’re good people or educated for that matter. Some didn’t know where Ukraine was.  But as far as a job goes, I’m looking at the bakery right now. It’s another way of infiltrating and getting their secrets.”

Ana: Origins

Ana, from Grapevine, is originally from Puerto Rico and mostly grew up there. Her father, who worked at a Spanish bank in Puerto Rico, was transferred to Chile where she lived through the ages of 7 to 10 and “it was beautiful, but the people are really cold and very superficial so it’s kind of hard to fit in right away.”

She has lived in the “Fifty States” for nine years now. The native Spanish-speaker learned English in Kindergarten and by living here, her accent disappeared.

“Finding out my grandfather has Alzheimer’s was my worst moment. I’m close with him. I don’t really talk to my dad’s side of the family so my mom’s parents have been the only grandparents I’ve really had and have become more like second parents for us. Being the youngest makes it harder because he’ll forget me before everyone else. He lives in Puerto Rico.”

She doesn’t like her father’s side of the family because they are “very rude and not very nice to me”

Barbara: Istanbul

I was in Istanbul for a wedding for my friend Mehmet Kalyoncu. He is from Istanbul. We met four years ago when we were at St Hugh’s summer school at Oxford University and became Pen Pals and talked about life and had a lot in common. I hadn’t seen him in three years. We had just been Skyping and he was like, hey, are you coming to my wedding? Which is a really big honor and I don’t take that lightly.

So I headed on over there for five days. Saw the city by myself for the most part and with his sister. We’ve actually become better friends than he and I were so it’s opened up a plethora of other people I could meet.

It was the last day and we went for a night on the town. My flight was at 6 a.m. and I was like, why am I going to go to bed. I can do that on the plane. I ended up spending a lot of time with his sister, Sena and her husband Selim while I was there. We went to a hookah cafe, takism square, and then a little food cart to try this delectable burger featured in Anthony Bourdain’s “No Reservations”. It was awesomely delicious!

And we were all just hanging out together and it was that moment where you’re lost. You’re just nowhere in particular and everywhere at the same time. The brevity of life at that moment of the fact that I had met people I really connected with on a soulful level but wasn’t going to see again was something that should have been sad. Instead, I was okay with the indifference of the universe like it’s going to be okay.

But I have that moment here. Have you been to the square at 3 a.m.? It’s the best time because everything is quiet since they drunk people aren’t out. I think these moments are the best, when you’re among friends, loving life, talking about food and music and there’s something magical about that.

Back: Barbara, Sena, Selim; Front: Mehmet and his wife, (Photo Courtesy of Barbara)

Barbara and Ana: Immigrants

Both are first generation Americans and feel that part of their bond comes from shared experiences. Barbara is also fluent in Spanish, her parents Maria and Manuel Castro emigrated from Mexico.

“I study business and I always knew I would study business. Everyone in my family started college studying business and I’m the only one who stuck through with it, but I made it logical to where like, I eventually want to own a bakery,” Ana says.

“My dad always said he came over here with five dollars. He worked at Braum’s, as a carpenter, picked corn, everything. For him it’s all a reflection. The immigrant’s daughter always has such a hard thing that they have to do. If I’m like, I’m going to go to Europe then my parents think I’m going against the plan. He’ll be like, I came over here to give you this great thing and you don’t even want to live here or be lawyer?” Barbara says.

“I just realized why I get along with you so well. They think it’s easier for us when no, it’s just as hard.”

“They buy the American dream more than anyone. My parents are more patriotic than I am. But if they say something and I try to explain that it’s not actually like that get really…” Barbara shakes her head and both hands to finish the thought.

“You can’t explain it to them. They’ll go against you,” Ana says.

I spot Gloria and Gladys and make my way to them.

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Gloria and Gladys

After interviewing Megan, the wind that pushed the clouds out of the sun’s way continues to keep the air cool. I walk around City Hall and spot the source of the cold.  Gloria sits next to her cousin Gladys on a bench on the square. Gloria pulls a burrito and Gladys a bowl from the brown Chipotle take-out bag that separates them. The older of the two firmly plants her back against the wood with confidence as Gladys strains to avoid it.

The wind picks up and Gloria rotates her shoulders to talk to Gladys better as the latter starts on her bowl. Despite living less than 30 miles down 35, Gloria hasn’t seen her “in a while” and decided it was time to visit her apartment, hang out and talk. I walk around and interview two other women as I keep them in the corner of my eye.

After graduating from Lewisville High School, Gloria went to UT Dallas and studied neuroscience. Now she’s completing a master’s in public health and is planning on medical school. Gladys, from Garland, lives in an apartment in Denton while she studies biology in a Bachelor of Science program at TWU. Gladys hopes to join Gloria and two of their cousins in medicine.

I finish interviewing Ana and Barbara, look back over at Gloria and Gladys. Gloria whispering to Gladys who smiles as she takes another small bite from her food. It looks like they’re almost done. I better go grab then now before they walk away. I explain myself and extend the invitation for an interview, which Gloria accepts for the two with skepticism. I start the recorder. Gladys continues to eat but I notice Gloria hasn’t  started on her burrito.

“What makes you the most happy in life?” I ask after some introductory questions Gloria answered.

“God,” Gloria says. She’s firm- it’s the only logical answer.

“And family,” Gladys adds for her cousin, her back still arced over the Chipotle bowl in her lap.

An awkward pause.

“What’s the worst thing in life?” I direct toward Gladys.

“Hate. Suffering,” Gladys responds.

“To me it’s not fulfilling your purpose…”Gloria tries to add.

“Failure,” Gladys responds again.

“Yeah, I mean you’re talking short term versus long term. If you’re looking at the long term, the general purpose of life, I think that the worst thing could be to live indifferent and sort of jaded- a mediocre existence. Being mediocre would be the worst thing that could happen in your life. Not fulfilling the purpose…”

Gladys plants her palms down and picks up her chin to cut her off, “Of what you’re supposed to do. What you’re called to do.”

“[I never feel like I’m not fulfilling that] because even being pre-med and all that, and I know a lot of people say it, I know the stuff that I’ve gone through and am going through now is moving me toward that goal of caring for people. Obviously you don’t have to be a doctor to help people and care for people. There are so many ways I could reach out to others. But this is the particular way I am supposed to be walking… as a doctor. No, not only as a doctor. I plan to be a counselor also.”

“I’d agree with that too and also failure maybe. Like not living up to your full potential. I feel like everyone has that thing they’re supposed to do and a lot of people don’t live up to it and spend the rest of their lives regretting. So I guess regret would be another one of the worst things that could happen.”

“Have you ever experienced regret?”

“I’m really young, so I guess not really, not yet. I mean hopefully I never have to experience it. Every day is a new experience and that’s how I’m trying to take it and not regret anything because, in all the experiences I had, I had a choice. I don’t regret anything yet, that I’ve done.”

“Obviously, there are things that you look back and go realize it would have been wise if you had done such and such. But in the end, I know that the things that you did wrong you can look back and realize you learned something from it.”

“And you can laugh about it too.”

“And not only that but, I’m not trying to get religious on anyone but when you walk with God, all your regrets and those things in life will be sure to work out in the end. That’s my philosophy,” Gloria says as she finally savors the first bite of her burrito.

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Megan lounges under a tree at Denton Square. Her feet are flat on the ground and both hands dig into the grass behind her as she watches a squirrel dance to an acorn ten feet away. She tilts her head, raises her chin and watches the sun warm the damp earth through the leaves blowing in the cool breeze.

Her mouth cracks open and sun reflects off the rainbow tongue ring trying to escape like its owner. Megan escaped to the square to calm herself after an awful morning that followed a panic attack.

The 18-year-old, skipping school, struggles to deal with the stress of being in a school where she feels like she doesn’t belong, surrounded by nobody that cares about her.

“I don’t really have any friends, just two or three good friends at school,” she says as she lets her legs lie flat on the ground and hugs the library book now lying in her lap. She just finished reading “Hear Me Out”, about teens confronting homophobia. “I had a really bad anxiety attack this morning.  I was in a room full of people that I had nothing wrong with. I just couldn’t deal with it.”

The attack sent her to the school nurse where she called her dad to let her go home to take her anxiety medicine. On the way home she was pulled over for her very first speeding ticket.

“It was just a really crappy morning and when I got home, I was like ‘Daddy, I can’t go back to school. I just a horrible day and this week hasn’t even been great so can I just go home.’ He was like ‘No, Megan. You need to go to school’.’ I was just like no; fuck this. I can’t deal with it. I know my body is trying to tell me that I need to take a day off for myself and just be able to enjoy living for just one measly day,” Megan says.

Birds shout obscenities to a couple French Bulldogs walking past and Megan reflects on the happiest day over her life. The day her first girlfriend asked her out.

She brought Megan her lunch at school and was texting her “all these cute things,” before texting her that she’d pick her up after school to drive her to her car. When Megan walked out, her ex-girlfriend was waiting, told her to get in, and drove her to her car.

“She wrote on [my car] ‘I think you need a girlfriend and I want you.’ It was the sweetest thing anyone had done or said to me ever,” Megan says.

Megan says the two broke up because the ex-girlfriend was secretly talking to her ex-girlfriend and that she didn’t want to hurt Megan.

“But she did and the way she broke up with me was just really crappy,” Megan says. “I was just blind by having my first girlfriend and being so in love and I was just really blind. And now when I look at it, I was really happy in the relationship but it wasn’t a healthy relationship at all.”

Megan came out to her sister last summer. Two weeks later, she was taking her ex-girlfriend on a date. Struggling to come up with ideas, she texted her sister for advice on the perfect date destination just as her parents picked up her sister’s phone.

“They came in my room and were like, ‘Megan are you dating a girl?’ I’m like, ‘What? No … no I’m not! No.’ I was really scared,” Megan said.

Growing up, her parents taught that homosexuality is sinful. After coming out, her house filled with tears and deafening screams until she ran away. Eventually, her parents accepted her.

“I think seeing me being really happy made them finally accept that I was, well, gay,” Megan almost whispers as the ground darkens from a passing cloud. Though they broke up, it was the happiest seven months of her life “and I’m definitely gay.”

Megan still fights to understand why her mother and father struggled to accept her sexuality.

“Her mom is a lesbian. My aunt is a lesbian. My cousin is a lesbian and my other cousin is gay.  I don’t know why they are so mad about me being gay,” she says.

Megan is the second oldest child and has “some suspicions [one] might be gay.” But they’re just suspicions. She’ll be leaving for college next year, but doesn’t want to leave Texas unless it’s to go to a forensic science program in Missouri.

“I’m actually kind of in a long distance relationship right now,” Megan says. “She lives in Missouri.”

“I was just joking around one day and was like, hmmm, I think I’ll join a lesbian dating website,” Megan says, flushing her pale, makeup-less cheeks.

“What do you know? It worked out. Honestly, the way we describe our relationship is we’re literally each other’s soul mates and she’s literally my other half. I know you’re like, she might be catfishing me right now, but I know she is not. We Facetime all the time, literally. I hope I get to actually be with her in close proximity.”

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Tessa and Grace

Grace, recently accepted into Teach for America in Dallas, is eager and anxious to start the 2014-2015 school year. She was raised in a single-mother household in Dallas, is a product of the Dallas Independent School District and is proud of it– but is still learning how to succeed in life with little family support.

“The district is actually plagued by really, really, high dropout rates. I’m not the kind of person that wants to grow up and leave my upbringing and never go back,” she said. “I want to grow up and be humbled by where I came from.”

According to Grace, Dallas is a high-need region DISD needs more teachers than they can meet with more than 300 teacher vacancies in Dallas. Teach for America is working to alleviate that problem.

“I have essentially no family. If I got laid off tomorrow, I’d have nobody to ask for money,” Grace said.

When Grace was in college, a professor set an appointment with a doctor friend to pull her wisdom teeth for free. It was her testament that good-hearted people exist and why she needs to help inner-city youth get an education.

“I go to bed knowing that I don’t want to contribute to all the fucked up things in this world,” Grace said. “I don’t want to be part of the problems of this world; I want to be a part of the solution, that’s why I went to teaching.”

Grace knows the students she will teach will come from similar situations.

“They don’t have anybody at home. They don’t have anybody telling them they’re worth a damn. And it’s one of the worst places you can be in life,” she said.

Grace is unsure of her future after her two-year commitment. Depending on her experience, it will make or break if she wants to teach. Grace holds a bachelor’s in environmental studies but decided to leave the profession because of the policies, like the clean water and clean air acts, she learned in her environmental policy class. It was her final senior capstone class to complete her major and she hated it.

“I didn’t hate the class; I hated the policies I learned. There are so many stipulations,” she said.

Grace did an education internship the summer after her junior year.

“I’d go to my internship and be like, this is work and I’m getting paid to do it?” Grace said. “It didn’t feel like work. It felt like life.”

“That’s beautiful,” Tessa said.

Grace and Tessa met at Austin College in Sherman six years ago when they were both very different. Tessa never had more fun with anyone. The two bonded so intensely, they finish each other’s sentences with ease and laughter.

“We were a little more free spirited. Now we’re kind of uptight, kind of negative,” Grace said.

“Trying to figure out what the fuck is going on. What we’re doing,” Tessa returned.

“Who we are what’s next, what’s tomorrow.”

“How are we going to get paid.”

“How we’re going to get up in the morning. Or the afternoon,” Grace finished.

One Halloween, Tessa dressed as a homeless person and Grace dressed as a raver faced death on the tracks that dice Sherman after narrowly escaping an oncoming train.

“We were dumb,” Tessa said.

“It was like an indie film coming of age scene,” Grace said.

Tessa is a history major in her senior year at the University of North Texas. She discovered her passion for oral history while in an oral course that helps wrap up her degree in December. In the class, Tessa is learning the method of interviewing people to create a historical record and the ethics of her craft.

“One of my teachers invited me to be in his class and I actually did poorly in his class before and he was like you got to be serious about this shit. You barely passed my class last time,” she said.

Tessa recently held an exceptional internship with the national park service. Now, she hopes to become a ranger after graduating in December before attending graduate school for history on the path to become a historian at a park.

While she’s not working or in class, she spends time interviewing people for an assignment about the desegregation of Fort Worth and Dallas asking about the legacy of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 to recreate life in the Metroplex during Jim Crow.

They stand across from each other, telling jokes and laughing. The conversation turns back to when they first met.

“I just remember being around her and being fucking giddy and just like, being. I don’t know, it was just awesome,” Tessa said, “That sounds really gay too.”

“I consider myself probably a really average low-key person,” Grace said.

“This girl is badass,” Tessa said. “I feel like there was a point in time where I almost felt like you were like my girlfriend. It’s when I was working at the district and we talked every fucking day. Like, I’d call you during my lunch hour.”

“She’d call me when she was sleeping underneath the desk.”

“I’m a horrible employee. I’d like fucking take a nap at work and call her.”

“I guess there were a couple times when I opened up my mail box and there were letters. I felt like I was being serenaded like there was this secret romance that nobody else in the world could really know about.”

“Like overly romantic language like you had gone off to war or something.”

“I was back from the great wah.”

“Grace is like family to me, she really is. She definitely inspires me reminds me who I am,” Tessa said.

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Myles Wood

“Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they’re here to stay. Oh, I believe in yesterday,” Myles Wood belts uncannily resembling Paul McCartney.

Apart from being a beautiful song, The Beatles hit has sentimental value for the street musician. Myles loves that he can do it well enough that people can actually recognize it. But what’s the most important, to Myles, is “Yesterday” is one of the songs he grew up listening to his dad play. He smiles at the thought that he didn’t realize it was a Beatles song until he was 15.

“My dad played the guitar since he was 5-years-old so I literally had guitar in my life –in utero as they say,” Myles says. “And so I was able to pick it up pretty easily, never took lessons.”

One day, in high school, Myles found a song he wanted to play he was really in to at the time. A friend was learning to play guitar and he decided to dabble to see what it was like.

“He walked in the room and was like man you really suck,” Myles said. There was something about that shook him up, so he practiced until he reached his first milestone- to outplay his friend.

“Like I’m better than he is! Fuck that, I’m going to show him,” Myles said. “From there, I just couldn’t put the guitar down afterwards even after he moved on and just quit all music altogether I was like I’m going to stick around with this and try to find some other music friends.”

Myles notices a man standing there, only moving to let people pass, appreciating the music. “I’m going to play something I haven’t played in a while,” Myles says. “On bright beautiful days like this it’s just appropriate.”

He adjusts the strap on his shoulder and looks up, squinting into the sun as he tries to remember the chords. He smiles and starts to strum the intro to a song immediately recognized by his audience. “Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots Part 1” by The Flaming Lips is a fun uplifting song about overcoming hardship.

The man can see it makes him happy to play it and starts nodding his head to the beat, making Myles smile more.

Myles regularly plays mostly Beatles tunes- preferably when he can sing like Sir Paul.

“I got a small repertoire of the Beatles I can use pretty often,” he says, “then James Taylor, easy listening kind of stuff then any kind of rock and roll kind of stuff I can play on the acoustic guitar, I can try and make that work.”

Myles comes out to the square three times a week mostly for the love of the music, but if he can make any money on the side, it’s a plus for him. It’s the one town where he can actually play and not be harassed. He hasn’t had any panhandling problems, and a number of times, police come to chitchat or hear him play.

“They’ll never throw in money,” he said, “but at the same time they don’t harass me saying I’m panhandling or anything like that.”

Myles tries to be respectful to the people shopping on the Square. If you want to look at something in the window behind him, he’ll move out of the way for you.

“I think that was one of the things the cops have seen,” Myles says, “is that I don’t cause trouble I’m really just out here to have fun for the most part so they’re cool with it. I see a lot of musicians out here and if they get stopped, they get pissed off and are like I’m trying to make some money here.”

Myles thinks the point of playing street music is to get to know the people maybe even get some inspiration for songs. Many times, people who do not pay are the ones that appreciate it the most.

“The just thoroughly enjoy the music,” Myles said. “That’s what they’re there for and they don’t feel like they need to do charitable work for the day tossing some change in.”

Myles recounts the coolest thing that has happened in his time on the Square.

“I had a couple gentlemen come up to me because they noticed my guitar and they liked the sound of it and they asked me what I could play,” he said. “So I started playing the Beatles for them and these two gentlemen jumped in and started singing harmony with me.”

The next thing he knew they had their own crowd of random strangers, when a group of 3 to 4-year-old girls started jumping around, twirling and dancing, laughing and having a great time. It was a culmination of everything he loves about music in one moment.

“It made my entire day- my entire fucking year at that,” he says.

To Myles, there are two very different worlds and he’s still not sure he wants to go into the profession world. In his career as a musician, Myles has never actually played any real venues or paid shows. He was too shy about it and didn’t think he had enough to put himself out there.

“So that’s why I started playing on the street,” Myles says. “Someone had started suggesting it to me over and over.”

“When I went out there so it was really just bad timing to start college,” Myles says. He ended up dropping out and “kind of doing the drifter thing” for a while figuring out what he wanted to do.

“One thing I’ve gone back and forth on,” he says, “is making a living with music sounds really cool but at the same time I don’t think it would have the same kind of effect as this sort of free performance stuff I do on the street.”

There was one guy who came by and we decided to do some freestyle collaboration and that’s the best part about it, just some random collaboration with people.

“I’m not as much of a lyricist as I don’t feel like the things I write sound good in any way, shape or form,” Myles said as his new friend Poe comes up to talk to him. “It feels contrived when I try to write words and lyrics and stuff but at the same time nobody wants to just listen to an acoustic guitar.”

Every now and then, Myles will try and bring out a few songs. Right now, he has partial lyrics for one song that he wrote and he’ll play on the square– but he usually ends up repeating the same verse and chorus until he decides to end the song. It’s enough, and for the most part, people can’t tell.

Occasionally he’ll just play some instrumental piece he’s working on.

“Some people like it,” Myles said. “But for the most part, they want singing or something else on top of that so that’s what leads me to cover songs instead of write most of the time.”

Myles and Poe start to chat for a while about a possible collaboration in the future, with a natural lyricist and a natural musician as Poe will have music behind all his stuff, whether it’s the guitar, piano or violin, or just two other instruments all mashed up together.

“I just never really get too deep into it because even though I’m not showing it to anybody it’s not good enough for me,” he says as Poe strikes up a tune and Poe walks away. “It’s the perfectionist aspect of an artist I guess.”

Denton, Poet, Poetry, Poem, Spoken Word, North Texas, Writer, Denton Square


A short man wearing all black and a white fedora over his red hair, vapes a designer eCig. He walks up to greet Myles Wood the musician. His name is Poe and that’s actually his real name.

“My parents, there’s a lot of poets in my family down the line and they just poet, poem, Poe- which was cool,” Poe said almost inaudibly to a laughing Myles. “Not after Edgar Allen Poe, just that there was poets and stuff in my family down the line for just generation after generation.”

Poe, and avid writer, has been writing since he was 8 but now does spoken word, performing local, paid shows like at Andy’s and Abbey’s. He’s been doing it around here for about a year and a half but personally likes Dallas and “other places like that” a little bit more. It’s what he does for a living and he’s been doing it for more than five years.

At the age of 16, Poe started going to open mic nights and competitions outside of school. When he was almost 18, he was asked to be on a poetry slam team for Dallas.

“I did that for a couple years and that’s what got me in to it. Just so many competitions and shows and loved it,” he said all melancholy with not a twinge of excitement.

Poe will have music behind all his stuff, whether it’s the guitar, piano or violin, or just two other instruments all mashed up together. It keeps the poets and musicians interesting.

“Who wants to hear a bunch of talking?” he said with his first smile.

Poe and Myles chat for a while about a possible collaboration in the future, with a natural lyricist and a natural musician- both lacking a lick of talent for the other as they claim. The two part ways, Myles striking up another upbeat tune, Poe walking off into the sunset.