I can barely watch—can hardly read—about the unprovoked attack on Ukraine. The country now turned into bomb sites, the population on the move, and all, seemingly, to feed Putin’s delusional need for a reconstituted empire.

So, for a short reprieve from carnage, I’ve revisited a 10-minute play. It’s a form I like: short and sweet, a small frame for a story’s development, a mini-journey for the characters. “Transit of Venus” was prompted by that occurrence back in 2004. I hope you’ll enjoy Ralph and Margaret and Angelo and Giovanna.