Kevin Wade (born March 9, 1954) is an American screenwriter and television producer.
Born in Chappaqua, New York, Wade is a graduate of Connecticut College.
Before his writing career took off, Wade acted in two films for Mark Rappaport, including The Scenic Route (1978). He wrote the play Key Exchange, which was produced off-Broadway in 1981 and released as a film in 1985. Seven years later he received his first screen credit for Working Girl, which earned him nominations for the Golden Globe Award for Best Screenplay and the Writers Guild of America Award for Best Original Screenplay. Additional film credits include True Colors,Mr. Baseball,Junior,Meet Joe Black, and Maid in Manhattan.
Wade's most recent project was the short-lived ABC drama series Cashmere Mafia which he created and executive produced. He also wrote the seven episodes that were broadcast by the network before the show was canceled.
He was married to Polly Draper (1983–1990; divorced).
Kevin G. Wade (30 June 1922 – 18 July 2001) was an Australian rules footballer who played with Collingwood in the Victorian Football League (VFL).
Wade, who arrived at Collingwood from Northcote CYMS, started his career as a half forward and kicked four goals in a win over Hawthorn in round 16 of the 1942 VFL season. By 1945 he was being used as a half back flanker and was one of just three Collinwood players to play all 22 games that year, including their 10 point preliminary final loss to Carlton. He also played finals football for Collingwood in 1946 and 1948.
At the start of the 1950 football season he joined Camberwell briefly, but was unable to get a clearance and returned to Collingwood. He was then, on 25 May, reported to be in transfer talks with the Hawthorn Football Club. Just four days after this was reported he broke his leg in a seconds match against Richmond.
life consuming peace celebrate
each day of the blind god who
feels everything spotless filter
of background noise glide from dream
to dream on a quest for riddles
surrounding faith and bravery in its
empty centre a thousand things never
seen by any eye unconscious tracke
and pictures and landscapes and fragments
of languages as random and wonder
have the same source broke open
before and after sounds and thoughts
no need to see the shape of life it