My reading time just doesn't seem to be getting any better, so for the moment I've been concentrating on poetry. In this case, I've finished a sonnet-cycle by Ann K. Schwader,
In the Yaddith Time, which is, as Wilum would say, "Lovecraftian to the core", though not without its flashes of humor -- and often very eerie and effective; also not without its beauty; and am working on her
The Worms Remember, a fairly hefty selection of her other verse. On this latter, some of them lean a bit too heavily on Lovecraft at times, to the slight detriment of the poem in question, but this is seldom much of a fault; and her abilities as a poet are surprisingly good. This one also has a few with much more overt humor, and some of her lines show exactly why poetry remains a valuable medium, as it can still do things prose can never approach (and vice versa, of course).
I've also been dipping into
The Last Oblivion, a selection of the weird verse of Clark Ashton Smith, and occasionally into Frank Belknap Long's
In Mayan Splendor, verse written (largely) when he was quite young, and a very versatile set of verses these are, too, from the bawdy to the pensive, the eerie to the mundane, including a lovely poem on Master Francois Villon....
Among my favorites of Smith's poetry is the following, courtesy of The Eldritch Dark:
http://www.eldritchdark.com/writings/poetry/325/medusa
That line, "Time caught in meshes of Eternity", still causes me to catch my breath....