About This Space
You found the door. That’s the hardest part.
The Bell Rings 🔔 is a coded archive of poetry, protest, and cosmic truths—written for those who refuse to sleep through history.
I’m Rebecca M. Bell, the writer behind the bell. I send literary dispatches, annotated resistance poems, and velvet-gloved truths through the fog. I believe the right words, whispered at the right time, can reroute the future.
This isn’t a newsletter.
It’s a quiet uprising in verse.
Inside the tower, you’ll find:
🔥 Poems that burn in the throat
📜 Zines and banned-book ephemera
📡 Dream-coded transmissions
✍🏼 Dispatches from the literary underground
🔐 Hidden letters for founding members only
If you believe the future is written by the ones who never stopped writing—welcome. You’re exactly where you need to be.
The Bell Rings 🔔 — Crafting poetry, dispatches, and coded rebellions from the [mostly fictional] literary underground. 🆘🇺🇸✨ Any resemblance to actual uprisings, revolutions, or insurrections— is purely poetic.✌🏼☮️
(My lawyers made me say that)
“Poetry is just rebellion in a prettier font.”
